#TripotoClicksHimalayas

Tripoto
25th Jun 2018
Photo of #TripotoClicksHimalayas by Sharayu Bafna
Day 1

Almost missing the bus-to-arriving in Manali, the 13 hour journey was all that it took to reach the right choice. some places make you feel that you don't belong there and then there are places which make you feel that you have lived there, all your life. As a child the first picture I (everybody ) drew was of the mountains, a house and the sun. The happy place. It has always been. No questions, no explanations, no answers given. The mountains.
Blue sky.
Nothing caged
Clouds looking like Pegasus
Broken shackles
Free Monday blues.

Photo of Manali, Himachal Pradesh, India by Sharayu Bafna
Day 2

It was my first time to Spiti Valley and the Journey began with 5 strangers. I was feeling all of it Happiness, wonderment, excitement but definitely no fear. We had begun our journey from Manali at 6:30 in the morning and the estimated time to reach our to at Chandrataal was 5pm. But we were delayed by two hours as there was a road accident. We reached our camp by 7pm and the freezing temperatures added up to our adventures.

Standing on the edge. A step away A step closer. #TripotoClicksHimalayas

Photo of Spiti Valley, Marango Rangarik, Himachal Pradesh by Sharayu Bafna
Photo of Spiti Valley, Marango Rangarik, Himachal Pradesh by Sharayu Bafna
Day 3

"What do you want to do?" He asks. "Write. Write a lot of books. Sometimes I think that I should run away to my home in Dalhousie and reaching there I want to write, keep writing. Outside, there will be snowfall and inside I would go on writing, writing and writing" She answered.
Laughs.
"What would you want to do, if had a chance?" she asks "I want to see Chandrataal once, before I die. And, paint a masterpiece" he says. "Where is that?" She questions. "Away from Manali, in midst of the Himalayas. Blue, green water. No noises. No voices. Silence. Just silence" he says.
This conversation from Lootera, stuck with me. And I wondered, why anybody would want to go to Chandrataal before breathing their last.
And now, I do know why.
(Its the best at night time, unfortunately no pictures of that)

Photo of Chandra Taal, Himachal Pradesh by Sharayu Bafna
Day 4

After resting at a hotel in Kaza, the next we did set out to explore the Lahul & Spiti district. The first on the list was, The Buddha Statue at Langza. It was serene. The next I had to go the world's highest post- office at Hikkim, located at 15,500 ft. I did sent postcard to a friend and also a long letter to my Brother. Gette was another beautiful place that I wouldn't miss out for anything in the world.

Photo of Langza Buddha Statue, Hikam, Himachal Pradesh, India by Sharayu Bafna
Photo of Langza Buddha Statue, Hikam, Himachal Pradesh, India by Sharayu Bafna
Photo of Langza Buddha Statue, Hikam, Himachal Pradesh, India by Sharayu Bafna
Day 5

I spent a day at Tabo Monastery. The silence that filled me, the tales of Buddhist pantheon, Frescoes and murals, invaluable collection of thankas (scroll paintings) is something that everyone should experience.

Photo of Tabo Monastery, Himachal Pradesh, India by Sharayu Bafna
Day 6

The city is a madhouse,
Noises here and there,
Confused people moving together,
Clutter of unnecessary things,
Honking of vehicles.
But, in a faraway land,
Dwells peace and tranquility,
Clouds float across the blue sky,
Cool breeze doesn't leave you untouched,
The rolling of prayer wheels and
Whispering of prayers, surround you.
And, you?
Well, here you don't FADE.
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This is what I felt while I was at Ki Monastery.

Photo of Ki Monestary, Kaza, Himachal Pradesh, India by Sharayu Bafna
Day 7

This was the view from our Hotel at Kaza, midst of Himalayas. We also visited Lalung, Kunzum, Pin Valley, Komik, Kibber. Our last day in Spiti Valley was beautifully spend at Cafe Zomsa and The Himalayan cafe in Kaza where we enjoyed having our meals.

Photo of Kaza, Himachal Pradesh, India by Sharayu Bafna
Photo of Kaza, Himachal Pradesh, India by Sharayu Bafna
Day 8

When I was a kid, my grandmother would tell me stories (lots of stories). I wouldn't let her go until she had completed one. And, some days I would insist her repeating the same story, I would hear to the same story again and again until it filled my heart and was finally ready to let it go.
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And over the years, I realized this same thing goes for, when I travel to places. I wish to travel to the same place twice. Not to see the things I missed, the Bridges I didn't take a walk on, the temples/monasteries I didn't visit, the local cuisine that I didn't taste, the festivities that I couldn't be a part of. The milky way that I missed.
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But for the feeling alone that, I am not missing out on anything.I will always prefer standing at the edge of the valley, watching the gushing waters, sitting near the lake and soaking it all. Not once did I feel that I should do it differently. For the first time in ages, I didn't miss out on anything.
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In the end I know that if I  were to relive it all over again, I would do it exactly in the same way.

Photo of Manali, Himachal Pradesh, India by Sharayu Bafna
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