The antidote for civilization
Mountains are magical but at Spiti, there is something beyond magic. It was against the odds that I got the chance to visit this isolated land of old monasteries and scenic glaciers. It is a beautifully painted canvas. The magnificent views are spellbinding. One sees an inconceivable beauty with every turn the road takes. Life surprises us every single minute. Keeping my eyes wide open, trying to absorb all the positivity, serenity and peace that the mountains had to offer, I was lucky to witness this delightful location on a full moon night, when the light strikes different angles of the mighty mountains and accentuates the alluring peaks. The landscapes so easy on the eyes were so strenuous to conquer. There is something humbling about those mountains. Maybe its their tall and grandiose appearance or the initial intimidation when one casts the eyes on them.
Everybody Dies But Not Everybody Lives
“God himself was the master of ceremonies in that heavenly court. Oh Khusrau! Where the prophet too was shedding light like a candle. - KHUSRAU”
While the cities remain in the oven for most of the time of the year, Spiti continues to calm the storm in you. One day the colossal peaks will appear white and the other day the brown prodigious mountains will keep on painting themselves. All seasons appear differently. The manifestation of the river Spiti is mesmerizing all throughout, from tickling streams to raging floods, it is a unique display of nature.