Welcome to the Himalayas- Pangarchulla, manifestation of beauty

We all sat huddled together in the cold in a large enough tent to accommodate 20 of us. The wind howled outside as we played a game, everyone rejoicing and in a hearty mood. I stood up and went outside. The rain drops fell on me as I looked upon the mountains from 11,000 feet and felt a contentment and bliss never felt before. The beauty of the place wrenched my heart. For a moment I stood transfixed, looking into the mountains’ snow. I felt warm droplets roll on my cheek. I came to know that these were not rain droplets racing down my cheeks. But they were something that leapt out of my heart as true as a song does when I am happy. The trek leader, who had come out to see to something, saw me, stood by my side and his voice resounded, “Welcome to the Himalayas.”

Continue reading

Advertisements