Spending the night alone in that small tent in absolute silence was terrifying yet thrilling experience for me. Every time the wind blew hard I felt that it would blow out the tent. But luckily it didn't happen. I woke up early next morning to witness one of the most magical sunrise. High flying birds, snow covered peaks and the golden rays lighting up the world, while you walk on top of a mountain bare feet, touching the grass. Something that words can't describe. It simply soothes your soul.
I woke up early the next morning to witness the one of the best sunrise ever. You could actually see the golden rays hitting the top of the Mighty Dhauladhar. Crowning it like a king. I saw the high flying birds, as the wind told me to walk forward, comforting touch of the mountain dew as I walked on the grass, I saw how tiny and insignificant we are in front of the creation of mother nature.