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Friday, July 29, 2011

The Immortal Tulips / Buda Madhmaheshwar


This year has been fortunate and very kind to me. I have had good dose of hiking in the mountains. But I aspire more. Madhmaheshwar (2750 mtrs.) is long due, and its been on my list from quite sometime. The feeling grew more than ever after going through Bhavik Thaker's flickr pics of the place. I was completely mesmerized with the pic that has fog all over the place and clouds floating in the valley and glaciers in the backdrop shining all-white. It reminded me of the Rudranath trek that we did in August 2008.

Imagination started to catch up fast. Mountains. Glaciers. Greener than green forest. Swollen water-falls. And, gushing Madhu Ganga. Picture after picture. And the day was set. 15th July night. We left Delhi late around 1 a.m from ISBT Kasmere Gate. Me, Rajeev Ji, Gagan, Sanjeev & Gaurav. The bus-ride between Delhi to Haridwar was smooth. I managed to get some sleep though in pieces. We changed bus at Haridwar. Haridwar-Rishikesh stretch was a complete misery. It rained hard and bus was in worst health, with water oozing from everywhere. A couple of foreigners onboard were excited looking at the real India.

From Rishikesh, we booked a cab to Ukhimath for Rs. 3000. Then from here boarded G.M.O.U bus for Uniyana at about 4:30. Due to the cracked road, the bus had to stop before Uniyana and a km long steep trek awaited us to climb. We reached Uniyana at 6:30 p.m. And halted for the night, retired to sleep after a spicy hot meal. It was still pouring, though slow. Next day, 6:30 am, we started our trek. At places, there were waterfalls on the road. Big enough for us to think how to cross them without water getting into our shoes.

We reached Ransi around 9 a.m chit-chatting and walking slowly, covering merely 3 kms. At Rakeshwari Devi temple we paid our homage. And took our breakfast. We resumed our journey again to reach Gaundhar that was only 6 kms away. It was all-down and passed through the forest on serpent-trail trek that must had some 8-10 bends. It was here the rain grew heavy and drenched us all. We soaked all of it happily. Soon clouds floating over the valley, and gushing of Madhu Ganga down below could be heard. Fragrance of Earth mixed with mist and cool wind could be felt. The air dived into my lungs through a long breath.

We continued walking, and reached here around 12 p.m very easily at our moderate pace. It is here we ate our lunch. What a hearty meal it was! Hot and light, with lots of ghee over it. It was a traditional Garhwali dish that was soft greenish fluid just like palak. I was the first one to eat, in the kitchen besides the fire. The owner, Bharat Panwar offered to make some dal and sabzi for others on the pretext that he had made that traditional food for themselves so some taste-buds might not approve such food.


Everybody ate heartful except Gagan who is choosy in what he eats. And journey once again resumed at about 2 p.m. 2 kms after Gaundhar was the bridge that leads you to Bantoli. From here the actual trek starts. And we found ourselves getting to the other side of the hill. 9 kms- all climb but beautiful valley-side that opens up but only at the temple which is a plateau. Thick fog engulfed us but the downpour looked refreshing. We maintained our pace and tried to minimise breaks. And we reached Khachrakhal where we sipped upon piping hot tea at a hut-shop. It was raining heavily.

Then came after another 3-4 kms the place called Nanu. Another tea break, we had, chitchatting. Now that the valley has started to broaden but still supressed with the dense forest. But it gave us clear glimpse of the mountain glaciers to our right, north-face. It was like breathing got easy. Soon the rain had stopped. We reached another spot called Maikhamba after walking another 3kms. From here the distance was 3 kms to the temple but the forest grew wilder. The time was 6:00 pm almost and we were worried to reach the temple before sun sets and night stretches itself.

The sunset looked stunning. Molten gold shining over the peaks. Sweet breeze over touching our wet hairs. And occassionly I would shiver with the chill. We were wet and tired by now. The walk that was once pleasant till Gaundhar, now suddenly started to appear monstrous. The path always somehow seem to have yet another bend. And the bends kept on turning us and climb got steeper. We were now kind of fed up with walking. And wondering, if we would be able to make it to the temple today.


Gagan offered some toffees that really saved us from that sinking feeling. But the fear of the dark loomed. A very thin ray of the Sun that is too fainting slowing and the endless jungle that offered bends and bends every now and then, of course not without hiccups. We could hear the voice of our breathing. The last stretch was like - a road that never ends. And we were like - a rider who remains hopeful to see his destination at the very next bend. But in our case, the enthusiasm had died by now and hopes were getting feeble with every step.

Before this last ray of the sun could disappear and before the moon winks at us and takes up the charge for the night; we heard the temple bells. Overheard it once again, and then once again. I could hear the voice over the loudspeaker praising chants of Lord Shiva. Enough for us to charge our legs. And the sound of the loudspeaker echoed once again. Temple was merely at the distance of 300 mtrs now. We rushed to attend the evening ritual - arti - that has started. A quick wash at the tap next to the temple - in the icy cold water that sent shivers to the spine. Inside temple, were few people. An elderly couple, who passed before us. And some locals who are stationed at the temple itself, including the young South-Indian priest. It was damp inside the temple, infact overall the place was cold and damp. I realised this sitting over a cots-wool mat observing the temple from inside. In the sanctum sanatorium, only the priest and his aide could enter. Slowly and steady, i found myself lost in the sweet aroma of dhoop and the chants dedicated to the lord Shiva. Next moment I was crying thinking that Lord took 2 years to invite me to His abode, His holy shrine named Madhmaheshwar, despite my best efforts.

My urge slowly and steadily came down, after a while and I felt at ease. Priest offered us all prasad and the ceremony came to an end. We took refuge for the night in the mandir samiti's dharamshala and didn't care to negotiate with others who were offering more cheaper and better options that that. Afterall we all were dead tired.

Next morning, we started early to visit Buda Madhmaheshwar to see Chaukhamba some 2.5 kms trek though a bit steep. It was a plateau - a big ground with two small kunds housed by rainwater.


There was also an ancient small temple made up of stones of Shiva, and at some distance to its right-side another small temple of Bhairava. We spent some good 2 hours here clicking pictures, catching reflection of peaks in the water, but above all to it, trying to look through the clouds the mount of Chaukhamba. That is what we were there for. On a clear sky day, one could see mighty Chaukhamba and the town of Guptkashi from here. For us in that sense it was not a lucky moment. Because Chaukhamba never unveiled itself. We could just manage to get a glimpse of it with our camera ready and hooked onto it. It mostly remained wrapped well in the layers of thick clouds over its mount. That was heart-sinking, but nothing could be done about it. It was getting cloudy and slowly drops from heaven started to pour down. This was the time we knew we should step down. But it never rained, just the tiny drops scaring you every
now and then. I was completely lost into the beauty of the place. Greenfields. Open skies. Glaciers. Clouds. And a small beautiful temple that is often worshiped. I am sure God must have loved it here. God must have selected this place carefully and so it deserves to be holy.

Chaukhamba, a glimpse that I could capture. But visibility was quite poor and waiting for it to show up - the chance was almost negligible. We started to come back with first few drops on our head. We paid our homage to Shetrapal Devta whose small temple is just 200 mtrs away from Madhmaheshwar shirne. It is on the route from the temple leads to Nandikund, via Pandu Sera famous for bugyals.

We came back to the temple. While on our way back I was delighted to see many tiny colorful flowers on the carpet of the meadows everywhere, mainly purple, maroon and yellow. I have seen them before and everytime I have seen them, I have liked them. These were like thoughts, floating around everywhere, in every sight, in every turn, on every bend, on every trail. Yet they won't be the main thing that we would want to see. Not the main thing or the reason - why you are here. Yet not the one of the things that gets noticed every now and then or discussed with peers. No one does that, and tulips don't complain. They stay where they were, they die where they were and they re-born where they were.

One after another, many small flowers different colors, different shapes yet not a line that describes them and not a word that glorifies them. Not in this blog, not anywhere that I have sinked my eyes into. Good things in life are such, often un-noticed. Now that I've come back - its not the Chaukhamba, Clouds, Mountains, Rain or for that matter the temple, but those tulips that continue to live inside me, dominate my mind all the time. Tulips are your part of good life, cherish them to bloom.

(c) Himanshu

Itinenary:

15th July Night: Delhi-Rishikesh by bus. Reached by 8 A.M.
16th July: Cab to Okhimath for Rs. 3000; Bus to Uniyana. Reached by 6 p.m.
17th July: Uniyana- Ransi (3kms) - Gaundhar (6kms) - Bantoli (2kms) - Madhmaheshwar (9kms) - TOTAL 20 kms approx.
18th July: Buda Madhmaheshwar - Gaundhar.
19th July: Gaundhar-Uniyana-Ukhimath (by shared jeep). Ukhimath - Rudraprayag (by bus). Rudraprayag-Rishikesh (cab for Rs. 2200). Rishikesh at 9 pm. Boarded bus to Delhi.
20th July: Delhi@6 a.m. Office by 10 a.m.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

In My Hometown / Deeba, the deity of Garhwal

Rejoicing the peaceful walk of Maanila Devi; me and Arun maintained the pace of walking. It was quite a morning, fresh and misty, with mild wind blowing through the pines and enough for my senses to demand more. Arun suggested that we should go to Sarainkhet, while I had Deeba temple in the mind. And in my mind I started to fight this feeling - how do we cover both? Extending leave for an extra day might upset the boss.
Shot in Jayaraj (after Kanpathia)
And I prepared myself mentally to take this challenge. If required, I'll not hesistate to resign - I said to myself in feeble voice but with stone over heart.

We reached Dotiyal - the place we started our journey from. Biting over the Samosa and piping hot tea in my hand, the pace of struggle ended, with decision - to do both - come whatever may come. We packed a full bread and 4 Samosa to start out journey. I was quite much in mood to walk. Arun knew the place well. He has been here before, thrice.
We started to walk towards Kanpathia, a place that offers spectacular views of Himalayan ranges, mostly chatting up and listening to the songs stored on Arun's mobile, the next 5 kms. The pleasure was worth upsetting boss or losing the job even. And the weird smile appeared on my face. Kanpathia is another place after Ukhimath, where I would love to settle down for rest of my life.
A bend enroute Kanpathiya
It has Himalayan face, wide open valley, very few people visible and a mobile tower too. All that I want. We sipped our second tea here, Arun chatting up with locales and me looking around, thinking, clicking, wondering...
We resumed walking. Next destination is Jayaraj some 2 kms from Kanpathia.

The Old man who discussed Politics & Concerns


Here a known of Arun is building a resort - for don't know what! The sun was up and full by this time. I saw villagers drying the fresh pale-yellow chillies over their rooftops... a sight spicy enough to be clicked by the camera. Another cup of tea and critical reviews about Uttarakhand goverment started to come out. I presume it was due to my image that resembled a news correspondent with my camera hanging from my neck right over my chest.


Towards Sarainkhet

The questions from two elders mostly circled around the damage in the region due to cloudbursts and the record-breaking rains that the State had received this monsoon. Giant cracks on the roads, massive land-slides and century old houses that turned to dust - their watching the rains wash away - almost everything. Sentiments sometimes turn voilent and one of the old men started to put blame on us for not reporting it to news channels, or atleast not reporting about everything that has happened in the region.
Oldman working (Sarainkhet)

I could not clarify about who we are and what we were not. We paid for our tea and marched ahead. After walking some 2 more kilometers, we were not sure what else to talk about - natural calamities and the damage it did. All I knew that Centre has accepted to give Rs. 500 Cr. relief package to Pokhriyal-led government.
Sarainkhet
Horn blew - and a voice came from behind, and we boarded the bus to Sarinkhet which is some 18-20 kms. The path was beautiful, it moved on a snail trail through the forest road. Later the valley widened and colourful cholai fields were in the sight. I smelled the air deep and said atlast Sarainkhet. We didn't spend much time in Sarainkhet. It is the last village of Almora's Salt district in Kumaon region - a small place with 3-side closed view.
Uffrainkahl (kashmiri uncle in the pic)
And we decided to move on to next destination of the bus called Uffrainkhal. Uffrainkhal is the place from where Garhwal starts after Sarainkhet - the Kumaon border. It is even smaller than Sarainkhet with handful of houses and a temple. The bus will stop here for the day. It is around 4 p.m and before sun sets we planned to do our survey of the place. We walked from here towards the road that leads to Baijro, which is some 30 kms from Uffarainkahl.
But the bus service has been stopped due to badly worn out roads. And suddenly appeared the sad face of the old man we met in Jayaraj earlier. I said to myself - How much right he was? and regretted for not understanding his sentiments well. And Arun started to play songs on his mobile again. Pointing towards a rock on our left, he said lets climb it and see the next side of it. He is right. There was a road too on the other side that goes to a place called Binsar Mahadev - an ancient Shiva temple, famous all over Garhwal.

Valley View from Uffrainkhal (road goes to Binsar)

And we started to take stroll on the road chatting up, listening to the songs, looking at the sun going down slowly and breathing the mellow breeze filled with fragrance of pines, deodar and silver birch mixed with cool mist through our lungs. It is cold here, I said to Arun, pulling up the zip of my jacket upto my neck. Walking after some 6-7kms, we decided to return back but only after a round of tea. By 7 p.m we are back to the place where we started from. Kashmiri Uncle gave us shelter and the fresh cooked food for the night.
For the first time I was amazed to find a pumpkin so tasty that I ate the platefull of it plain rice, appraising it again and again. And Arun said, "We should have brought Old Monk quarter with us to make it enjoyable". And bus driver, conductor, Kashmiri uncle - they all laughed. By now the dog's barking stopped as if giving us this hint to stop gossiping and sleep. And I came out of the Kashimiri uncle's shed to look at the stars - there were so many - and I smiled in my mind.
How happy I was? Next morning, we stated early and begin to walk along the road. We knew that the bus will come after sometime. It was colder but walking made it pleasurable. In between we took short-cuts, and in no time we have covered some 5-6 kms. And then came the bus. We got down at Dotiyal. I wanted to walk down from Kanpathiya to Dotiyal road. Walking somehow kept me going and enjoying clearing my head.

Uffrainkhal (early morning)

Another round of tea at Dotiyal and we boarded the bus to Marchula. The plan is to visit Diva temple, in Divakhal. And we both decided to take bath in the cold water of Ramganga under the bright noon sun. The white water flowing looked like cystal pieces on the blue waves of sea. It can not be explained.

Marchula

Wiping my body I asked Arun, when do we reach Dhumakot?

He said, we must hurry up to catch the 2 p.m bus and then we reach there by 6 p.m.

Dhumakot is completely a estranged place or it seemed to me. It is getting dark by now but Arun had known the place quite well. We got the small dingy room for 200 bucks. We ate and retired to sleep early after a biref walk just to survey the place a bit. Next day early morning, at 5:30 we boarded our bus to reach Divakhal. We reached there in no time, just 15kms from Dhumakot, the place is - love at first sight - for me.
Jadaukhand

By 6 A.M we started walking towards the temple. Though I was fearing that we should let the sun come out first to make it safe for duo. I have heard from my dad many times that the jungle area is Bear-infested. The old lady, from the priest's family on the road-head confirmed the same when she said "Don't go now, let the sun be out and have some others to come with you to the temple, it's unsafe due to the high possibility of the bears in the jungle".
Dhumakot
Arun rejected the voice of the old lady and said "we are going to the temple, and our faith will protect us, so have no fear and come along". And I was wondering whom should I believe. So we started to walk. Not even a single ray is out and we two in this jungle, is it safe? I asked Arun. He took out mobile out of his pocket and started to play songs, and said now no animal will come near to us. I again wondered - to compliement him or to lable his as sheer stupid.
I said nothing, just maintained the pace alongwith him.
Divakhal

The sun soon started to appear. And I was relaxed. The path lead us through the dense forest, a small trail with wild grass and rough hard stones over it. Infact the whole region was such - full of wilderness. I was happy to be there - a silence I never observed before, a deserted place that was far away from the maddening crowd and, a life i have never lived before - pure spiritual bliss just like a sage in my soul.
We reached Diva temple around 8:30 A.M after walking some 3.5-4kms though slowly but nevertheless with any stop. My amusement doubled as soon as we reach the temple. It was magnificient. It offered 360 degree view, with Himalaya facing North or the face of temple. Spectacular views, grand highlands and majestic Himalaya in the sight - it is like best of both worlds. I thanked God, and offered our homage to the deity - Diva, by lighting the incense stick and through praying.
Diva temple

Today, my wish to be here is fulfilled, I said to myself. This is something which I have wanted to for a long time. We sat there at the temple for sometime without uttering any word, and it is there suddenly i memorised the song by Narendra Negi that has lines... Diva jani j0t, Diva jasi jot. The reference was in different context but something worth remembering and something that reminds you that your culture existed long before you came into this world.

With tear in my eyes, I felt like being one with The Supreme - though not a new feeling but not the same too - and I relalised how much I have missed my hometown, all these years.

Itinerary:

Delhi-Ramnagar-Dhumakot Distance: (320 km approx; 9 hrs in Roadways Bus; fare Rs. 180 till Ramnagar; Rs. 65 to Dhumakot)

Dhumakot-Divakhal: 15 kms

Divakhal / Deebakhal to Diva temple: 5kms on foot trek; return same way to Delhi or go some place ahead. © Himanshu Dutt, 2010.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Into the Unknown/Kedarkantha

Kedarkantha is located in the district of Uttarkashi, however the city is some 190kms from place called Sankri (saan-kari) from where the popular trek to Har-Ki-Dun also starts (jeep goes till Taluka, then on foot trail starts Seema/Osla and Har-ki-Dun). Sankri can be reached from Dehradun via Naugaon-Purola-Mori enroute which is some 170 kms. Till Naugaon, the road moves along with Yamuna and at Mori it crosses the river Mori to move up towards Netwar and then Sankri.

The Top Visible Is KedarKantha
Sankri happens to be the last transport point officially. However hired jeeps go till Taluka which is some 11km from Sankri. Kedarkantha (3810 mtrs) is right above the village Sankri some 9kms steep trek upwards (seemed more than 11kms to me). As one moves up through the dense pine jungle amidst the plateau great Himalayan ranges especially Swargarohini (Badrinath) on the right side becomes visible alongwith Black mountain and the view of Bandarpoonch (Yumanotri) as guide was describing. Sankri

To the front one could see Himachal ranges and guide pointed his finger to the front citing some place called Chang Sheel pass which of course was not getting visible to me. All I could see a 360 degree snow view around me as I stand on a long plateau of farmland to give rest to my aching shoulders from the burden of rucksack. It was for last two times I have been canceling my trips to hills (apology to Manu, Hukum, Saurabh and Kiran for not making it to Gaumukh) due to official purposes that somehow always seem to come just before I intend to take break.
Raju (Our Guide)

And thinking about those 22 leaves I still had in my bag (this is December) and that in March they would lapse, I felt agitated and helpless once again.

Kiran called up on early Wednesday afternoon just before x’mas with his plan, but I still was not sure weather I would be able to make it with him to his dreamland. Thinking about hills was driving me mad and I decided to play a ‘serious performer’ and started toying with ideas that suits best for 2 days leave. Kiran Bhai

And, two days after (on 24th) I fell ‘serious’ ill (the plot worked fine!).

Wednesday 24th night we two met at ISBT Delhi exploring the options we have and Kiran’s idea seem perfect as imagined about a rural cold landscape. Kiran came late so I thought to gather some information from the bus driver who was cleaning the front mirror of this bus to Ponta Shahib. The driver had this flair for singing, speed and chatting which he later admitted and as I experienced (dude was driving between thick fog at 60+ speed) was contrary to other drivers with whom I have been going places.
Har-Ki-Dun Valley
We reached Vikasnagar at 5am in freezing cold. We took tea after getting down. The tea shop owner pointed that we will have to take another bus that would drop us at the place (a famous sweets shop which was some 4kms) from where the bus to Sankri would go. 6 am the bus leaves. We reached some 20 minutes before but the bus left only at 7am with handful of people. I tried to remain awake but soon dozed off. Kiran was already under the spell of sleep (he slept all the way to Dehradun). I didn’t slept much, sun was getting warm and I needed a tea. Me!

The route seemed beautiful with no big towns, no herd of people, and elevated roads with frequent hiccups. We stopped at Naugaon and enjoyed a bottle of Limca each, then another halt at Purola. This halt was for about 1 hour and people rushed into the bus. I guess not many buses go beyond Purola. At 1pm the bus started again and we reached Mori and then Netwar.
Purola
The route after Purola to Mori (50 kms/2hrs) and Netwar (25kms/1hr) was under the forest land and suddenly the civilization started to vanish away. Around 4:40 pm we reached Sankri (18kms from Netwar) and located GMVN. We got the room for 400 bucks with no electricity or hot water facility. It was freezing cold when around 7pm we came down again to market to eat where we inquired for places to visit. Its then only I came to know that Sankri is the place from where the trek to Har-Ki-Doon starts. But we didn’t had time for Har-ki-Doon and the option we were given was Kedarkantha.

Next morning we got up early. While Kiran wanted to walk down and see and picture people around, I was thinking about Kedarkantha. Finally Kiran also agreed for a 2 day trek, and we arranged for guide from the guy we spoke to last night who happens to own the Sankri Himalayan Samiti. Massif of Swargarohini

Our guide Raju was lean and thin man in his 30ties but experienced quite well. He told us about the places he has been to and foreign girlfriends that he had especially the one from Britain who always plan trip with him only. I was rather interested in something else, and said, “Can we please have some tea”! He took us to a hut nearby where we were offered black tea. The guy worked there in fields and lives all alone since he lost his way some 26 years back from Nepal and now works as care taker of fields. Polite and humble with no expressions of regret or thinking of his family (when I asked him about).
Taal along the Way!

We started again and reached a plateau – a big terrace with nothing on it. In front clearly visible were Himachal ranges. I enjoyed what I saw – snow covered and closely arranged mountains with sharp tips. And we continued walking.

Walking about some 5kms we reached a lake that was completely surrounded by thick forest. Guide lighted some fire and served us hot paranthas and tea but we were filled with too much of water and after 1 and half more we rejected to eat. Tea I have always enjoyed.
Break for the Day

We resumed walking upside slowly and after covering about 2kms we stated to see the snow flakes lying all over the field. We decided to halt and camp near to water source. The temperature was dipping and it was indeed freezing cold. We did a couple of shoots and returned back to camp on the call of Raju and begin to blow the fire to fight the cold and warm our night. Later sometimes we were served Maggi and the tea again. Despite out very best efforts we could not light the fire on the log that we had thought would keep us warm until midnight. Himachal Side of Hills

So we retire to our sleeping bags in the camp. Me and Kiran could not sleep well. It was very cold and the tent had 2 holes through which wind was blowing and hitting us hard. Raju was out by 5:30 and he fired the light to make us some tea. Soon we were also up and started to pack the tent cursing the guy who supplied us the gear.

The morning was fresh but walking on snow was getting hard. It was all up-hill way and the fresh snow was making us slip into small pits every now and then. Campfire
We also had no choice since we did not bring any gear to equip us for this undecided excursion.

Soon after Kiran said ‘No’! We were just 1km away from hill top which was clearly visible with four (actually five) stones on the top. Now that the sun was up too and wind was blowing cool, I was enjoying the feel though tired. Kiran shouted again, “I will be here only, you guys go!”

Walking in the Snow

It was getting hard for me too but certainly I didn’t want to leave it here and I followed Raju, our guide. After some 250 mtrs I gave up to. The peak was near and clearly visible were 5 pillars on it of almost equal height. It was an amazing sight which certainly could not be put into words. And I rested for a while uncomfortably though. The snow was making it hard and then the wind piercing my ears. And we both decided to come back. Morning View of Swargarohini
I recalled that it was not the first time I could not touch the point even being so near to it and suddenly I remembered that during my Gaumukh trip also we faced something similar.
Me and Manu, and the cold October end. After reaching near to Bhojbasa (some 3 kms) we decided to come back to Gangotri due to discomfort. We were without any snacks or food, not even the water bottle and the worst was wind blowing that almost had got us down.
Kedarkantha Visible

We hardly could breath properly forget walking. That day we covered some 22kms of to and fro. Indeed an unforgettable moment. A little different but same we duo experinced in Narkanda during our Hatu temple walk between the think ice.

Hard Walk

So we started to comeback from Kedarkantha but not towards Sankri. Instead we opted to climb down towards Netwar. After walking down for some 6kms we decided to take lunch. The maggi again, which I ofcourse disliked. We resumed again after tea.

We continue to walk till the sun went down. However in between we again took a brief break at a village well known to Raju. He wanted us to end the day there itself. Kiran was also keen to stay. But his purpose was to capture people and village life in his lens, while I had the forest rest-house in my mind which I had seen at Netwar along the road over a small ridge.

Along The Great Indian Himalaya

Unfortunately neither we stayed in the village (I insisted to reach Netwar) and nor went to Forest rest-house at Netwar (we thought what if we don’t find any place there to sleep). We just had quick sip of warm soothing tea. Raju took us to a nearby village just a km before Netwar market. It was his relative’s. We spent the night in comfort except the snoring of Kiran which often annoyed me but then I was too tired to notice properly.
Me & Raju, Doing Our Best
Next morning at 8 around we took the private bus to Purola and then from there Uttarakhand Roadways to Dehradun via Mussorie. At 7pm we reached Dehradun and filled our stomachs quickly. Then we took the night bus at 9pm from the Roadways bus stand. I remember I met the same guy who came with us till Vikas Nagar from Delhi. We chatted for an hour or so and then I dozed off.
Raju, Basking in the Sun in the Village

I might have fallen to sleep but in my mind was with all those people whom I met during this trip and after a while I reminded myself two words –
‘Born Again’.

© Himanshu
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