Mountains have always had an overwhelming effect on me. It's always a coming back home feeling somehow. They provide a sense of inner peace that is difficult to find anywhere else. The same effect had settled inside me by the time we entered the Valley. Green is of course the overwhelming colour of the valley but it was teeming with flowers of all kind and colours.
Our guide was explaining us about all the new kind of flowers that we were coming across. We stopped for lunch near a cave like area. After lunch, we moved forward along the flowers. There were bushes of wild roses looking pretty over the rocks, areas covered with golden ferns, which our guide said, would have shined beautifully if sun was out. The whole area seemed to be a happy place and encouraging anyone coming there to get into that state.
The clouds and the breeze playing with flowers, the insects and birds hovering around, plus the sound of the river flowing, everything combined into a sweet melody that intoxicated me to get high on the beauty of this place. As though actual fairies come down here to play. Even now, while I'm writing, I can still feel those moments playing in my head.
I close my eyes and feel the breeze on my face and can see the flowers swaying along with the breeze. As we came closer to the Pushpavati river bed, the shades of the flowers gradually turned to pink. We spent some time sitting on the river bed. There was no one around except we 7 people and it felt so calm. The only thing missing was the view of the glaciers due to the clouds. But there was no regret, because even then, the valley was extremely pretty.