In the Valley of God
I remember very distinctly that when I closed my eyes on the flight back home from the mountains this time, I saw a few very specific things. Trek poles, big rocks and mud My pink dabba looking at me hopefully The laddoos that Diya’s mom made( which saved my life for more times than I will admit) A bunch of pretty pink rhododendrons An extremely peculiar red umbrella Stone slated sloping roofs A few pakodas ( that were assumed to be stolen) The thamsa riverside in the forest ( i can’t seem to stop talking about this ) Garm chai warming my freezing hands And finally, the summit of Har Ki Dun I’ve always loved travelling as a kid and I’ve gotten into trekking very recently as I’ve mentioned in my previous blogs, because of Baba. Last year, I’d completed the Dayara Bugyal high altitude trek and I knew, as soon as it was over, that I couldn’t wait to go back. As Naina rightly said in yeh jawaani hai deewaani, “ wahaa, uss pahaad ki hawaa mein, ek nashaa sa tha” This...
