We had been hiking across Parvati valley for 3 days and as she was getting ready to catch her bus back to Delhi now, I had still not made up my mind what I wanted to do next. But I was already at the doorsteps of Manali and I surely did not want to turn back yet.
I could see the houses near the horizon, but the landscape of Spiti does have that effect on your
perception of distances.
I had to make it to Koumik at any cost and my options and spirit were already running thin…
Through all my journeys, my interaction with people remained largely anonymous. Now that I think of it, it was probably one of the best things that happened – the mutual trust between two strangers when all we knew about each other were interesting stories from other’s life.
As expected of me, I had not planned anything for the day, no maps, no places-to-visit list – not even a “customary” water bottle. I need to learn how to act like a traveler!!
For a lazy soul as I am, waking up before 9:00 features on the top of my Things-Not-To-Do-Before-I-Turn-40 list. But that was just the beginning of a transformative journey, getting used to witness the dawn much before the rest of the world does.
It was in one of such pursuits of perfect happiness that we discovered the joys of imperfection around us. Important lessons were learnt, interesting choices were made and what emerged on the canvas were memories to be cherished for a long time – and it all started with a simple mistake on our part.
However, to my surprise, the barren Japanese winters exposed to me some of the most wonderful experiences – some which the “traditional” tourists may never encounter during peak seasons.