The Backdrop- The Build-up to the Nature Trips
The Himalayas have had a fabled charm for me since the days of my infancy. Later, as a 6-year-old, I recall my walks by the banks of the river Alaknanda (a Himalayan river), while on my way to and back from school. I would feel the aromatic verve of the breezing apple and peach-laden trees spread along the course of the river-bank. Those were the days, I would collect the little pebbles and cowrie shells like the rarest of diamonds and pearls! As kids aren’t much given to the logics that condition the adult world, I talked to the rivers, clouds, and the hills back then and found them all to be talking back to me! Only that, I wasn’t quite conscious of the constant mental dialogue that I indulged in with these divine emblems of nature.
Subconsciously, my mind got programmed to love the quintessential beauty of nature- the numerous hues of the sky, the myriad teeming wild phlox that glisten in the dewy morns, the blue-green hills that beckon the ageless horizons, the ravishing rivers gurgling in eternal jest through the ravenous vales, the swans, quails, and cuckoos that chirp and coo through the brushing winds … it is the love I carry to this very day.
A Life Lesson at Khajjiar, Chamba District
One such trip that took me back in time was the one that I made in January 2020 to Khajjiar– a tiny hamlet nestled in the Dhauladhar ranges of the Western Himalayas. This tiny fairy tale of a town is located in the Chamba district of Himachal Pradesh (a Union Territory from North India). It is just about 15 miles away from Dalhousie. So, by default, it is counted and called Dalhousie even when it’s NOT. And, I am, most unwittingly, guilty of this miscalling as well.
The almost baffling volumes of snow that hadn’t melted since 14th December 2019 (last year) adorned the coniferous-pines and the arching hills of the blissful refuge. My main attraction was the road that led to the Chamba National Park which is 8.6 miles from Khajjiar.
The next day as I walked along the pearly snow-white route to Chamba, I came across a snow-covered steppe of sorts that sported a resort and a woody retreat right at its peak. From the looks of it, it seemed too easy to climb the steps through the hillock and reach right up to the very top of the steppe. Although the road I was on would have eventually lead me to a legal and cobbled street showing the way straight into that resort, I choose my way via the steppe. And so began my epic climb that lasted well over an hour.
There is something uncannily mercurial about determination. It quickly slips away, if one doesn’t persist with it.
Yet, if your resolve is worth more than a mere half-hearted acknowledgment, then it crowns your efforts with success. This spectacularly enjoyable yet arduous uphill climb re-enforced the determination back in me. It is the desire to get to grips with the uncertain terrains of my life. Life that apparently might be perceived as easy yet discerned through experiences as tough is worth the sincere effort of a push and a climb.
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