We as humans have deeply complicated our lives. Somewhere down the line all through our evolution, we started tangling up and have eventually grown so used to our overly unsorted and messed up lives that we no longer truly understand what it means to live with the simple joys of life.
I am no exception to this. I was born and brought up in a small town, in a family where resources were limited and so were the opportunities. We had no video games, no fancy toys, no gadgetry around. Life was old school. We used to go out and play with friends, have real conversations with family, with friends. Our games were not about catching a fictional character with a mobile phone. We used to run, we used to jump, we used to dance. Now that when I really think about it, we really had a life.
Things began to change when I moved to a bigger city. The human connection was soon replaced with gadgets and technology. And the more I had, the more I needed. The need was never fulfilled, until I found myself tangled in a unending web of gadgets that could deviate my mind, but could never actually quench the thirst of my soul.
And then I traveled to Tirthan.
Sometimes, going back to basics is not an easy choice. Of course, I do visit my home every now and then, Yet everything has evolved, has changed and it no longer takes me back to what I used to be back then. And that's when you really need to go someplace remote, where technology and advancement couldn't really creep in into the lives of the people.
Going to Tirthan was a random decision. We had all been longing to just get away, to sit down and talk for hours about our lives, about how it used to be so different and how it changed over the course of time. That's when I came across this amazing place, located in the Himachal, briefly connected to the world, yet lost in time.
To keep things even simpler, we skipped the hotels and instead chose to stay at a homestay in the middle of nowhere. We traveled overnight on a bus from Delhi and got down at a little unheard town of Aut near Kullu. From Aut, it took us an hour and half of bumpy ride through narrow roads crisscrossing the hills to reach the village Gushaini. That's as far as our hired hatchback could take us. That's when we met our host Mr. Chander. He had come all the way to pick us up in a Mahindra 4X4. We were driven through a relentless track, barely wide to extend beyond the two ends of the vehicle and stuffed with rocks, protruding from every inch. We held on to our nerves until we reached a point wherein we could go no far. We gladly disembarked and continued the rest of the journey on foot.