On our 3rd day of the trip, I woke up a little early and went to a local shop at Kasol Chowk just to try pahadi style chai for one last time. I explored a bit of Kasol on my own and tried to capture every bit of beauty in my eyes, heart, soul and camera ofcourse. My sister also joined me in some time and then we took a local bus to Manikaran. The journey was quiet splendid filled my beautiful views throughout. After exploring Manikaran Sahib Gurudwara, Shiva Temple and hot springs, we took another bus to Jari. FYI, Jari is a small village in Himachal Pradesh and not many people have heard of it. When we reached Jari, I even got to witness a typical Himachali ceremony.
Since we had a bus scheduled in the even for Delhi, my sister & I decided to hurry up and go back to Kasol. On our way back, we passed through outskirts of Malana village. This isn't any ordinary village. To know more about this village, Google it and I can bet that what you will find will leave you awestruck.
This Kasol trio wasn't much of a luxury trip but the exact thing that I needed to clear my mind off after the hectic work schedules I have had in past year. For the very first time in my life, I realised that Post Trip Depression is indeed a real thing. For most of the time during the trip, I was trying to come in terms with the reality as Parvati Valley was so pristine and beautiful that I almost felt as if I was hallucinating. Everything and everyone around me was so beautiful that I did not feel like going back at all. But like they say, " Every Fairytale has an ending", I came back with a heavy heart with a silent promise to come back again.