We never realized how two days passed by and it was finally the time to say goodbye to the place which I now call home. It was definitely hard to bid goodbyes to the new made friends and the amazing nature, but as we had to catch the bus back to the hometown, we packed our bags and started our trail back to Kasol. Getting down was much easier than the way up. We reached the Bhuntar bus stand in three hours and immediately took a bus back to Kasol. We stayed for a night in Kasol before leaving for Delhi next day. I still remember that night with the endless conversations I had with strangers over a cup of coffee and some delicacies. It’s truly amazing how travel turns you into a storyteller.
And finally it was time for me to say goodbye to the place which had given me a bag full of memories, ample of new friends, and the kind of peace which I would never forget in my life. We boarded the bus back to Delhi and finally the flight back to hometown.
Returning back to hometown never felt so different as I knew something was changed. And it was none other than me. I was totally a different person than what I was before going.
It’s been a year since I’ve been there. And now that I’m sitting at home watching the beautiful photos I have, a part of me still lives there, forever. Looking back, Parvati Valley truly makes you speechless and then turns you into a storyteller.