“I just can’t have enough of this place. Chandrataal looks so dreamy at night. Have you been there?”
“No I just reached the camp in the evening and by then it was too late to go to the lake”
“There’s never a thing as too late in the mountains. Come, let me take you”
I glanced at my watch it was past 11 pm. Since this was my first solo trip, I had this adrenaline rush of doing things that I had stopped myself from doing earlier. I looked at this man who unknowingly was helping me fulfill the wishes from my journal.
I looked at him taking in each detail, height a little less than six, tousled black hair, eyes sharp and piercing, a strongly defined face, he had a manful dark beard, muscles rippled across every part of his body and his skin was a blazing brown. “Let’s go” I happily rose to my feet and wrapped a scarf around my neck. My threshold for cold was pretty much above average yet I was wearing boots, beanie, sweater layered with a jacket and a scarf.
When we reached the lake, I wasn’t even listening to what he was saying as I couldn’t believe that I was there. For as long as I can remember, I had been wish listing, saving images on instagram and wishing for this moment. This moment that I was living in, right at 11:48pm. The brown, dusty, bare mountains were guarding the lake. I felt like I had stepped into wallpaper, into a frame. It was so quiet that I could only hear my heart exploding. There was no sound of gushing waters, blowing winds, crowd talking or the leaves rustling. How would you describe a place that finally brought peace to your heart? A place that makes you really happy, inside-out. Tears started streaming from my eyes, I just couldn’t contain myself.