As I reached Shangarh, I was able to see the postcard. It was not the same as I've seen before, it was even more green. The clouds were playing hide and seek with mountains. Because of monsoon, the field was a bit wet, not suitable for sitting. So I decided to walk around instead. Ground is a bit recessed in the middle, which has its own mythical story. Locals believe that our every evil act will recess the ground a bit more while others believe that Pandavs went to the heaven through this passage only and destroyed the path after that. Not only this, the ground is separated in two by a pole. While one side is open for grazing, the other is not. I was getting closure to the temple, Sangchul Mahadev. Built in traditional Himachali style, it was one of best piece of art I've ever seen in mountains. Stories crafted on woods and elephants welcoming you, it was indeed an amazing work of art.
After capturing the whole frame of meadow, it was time to find a place to stay, which seemed easy but actually wasn't. There are not even a single hotel present in whole area, except few homestays. Because of limited options the rate of these homestays are quite high. I have learned about Ranaji's courtesy on internet, and without any delay, I found his place. While Ranaji and his wife were out of town, his son attended me. Ranaji and his wife have shifted to Kullu because of their daughter's education, and the homestay wasn't operational anymore. After much negotiations, his son finally agreed to admit me. Just after entering, I met someone who very soon became my favourite in town. Some 80+ lady and I were sitting in the balcony having our tea. The sky was magical that day, it was pinkish. Looked like a customised colour of sky for monsoon. We talked about history and geography of Shangarh. We shared our thoughts on how future will look like. Nani had to visit someone living in other village nearby, and my dinner was arranged at her other daughter's home.