Day-1
Delhi-Karnal-Kurukshetra-Shahbad- Kala Amb- Nahan-Jamta- Writershill
Before starting any trip I get butterflies in my stomach and the same happened with this trip also. After experiencing a solo trip to Narkanda I planned to have an all-girls trip and decided to go to Nahan- an unknown, unexplored and less travelled place. We, three of us, started at 5 O'clock in morning and with our driver being professional we reached our destination by 11.00 am.
I love road journeys. There are so many things, so many views one encounter during the journey. They are difficult to capture in photos and difficult to express in words. They are the moments which could only be felt- Early morning white birds sitting on a tree, a couple doing Surya Namaskar, a group of boys playing football in fog, farmers doing their daily course, a dog tied to a horse cart, a sadhu baba (saint) walking and laughing on road and a little girl in a truck with her mother and probably brother or servant carrying all their household stuff, even a two-wheeler in a truck.
I love road journeys. There are so many things, so many views one encounter during the journey. They are difficult to capture in photos and difficult to express in words. They are the moments which could only be felt- Early morning white birds sitting on a tree, a couple doing Surya Namaskar, a group of boys playing football in fog, farmers doing their daily course, a dog tied to a horse cart, a sadhu baba (saint) walking and laughing on road and a little girl in a truck with her mother and probably brother or servant carrying all their household stuff, even a two-wheeler in a truck.
We chose Writershill, 300 kms from Delhi, as our shelter- beautiful, serene, calm and a perfect place for reading and writing.
BADHOLIA TEMPLE AND WATERFALL
A mere km away from Writershill, Badholia temple looks like a small triangle in between the hills. Standing alone amidst the mountains and waterfall it was all silent. We climbed till the temple, there was a man (pujari) who stays there. While we were enjoying the view we saw that pujari has climbed a mountain and is offering makka (maize) to the monkeys. And while we were still looking at him in few seconds many monkeys from nowhere suddenly came to him. The sight was breathtaking. For almost 15 minutes I kept gazing at the sight, sometimes looking at pujari and sometimes at the way monkeys were eating. Supposedly monkeys were his best friends. He came down to the temple and pointing towards his bed he told us that he stays there and sometimes when the rains are very heavy he gets stuck for days and could not move out of the temple. I asked him for a picture and he happily agreed. While clicking I told him to smile and he laughed loudly.
JALAL RIVER
While coming back from Badholia Temple we found a stop for us- Jalal River bed. Jalal river flows through Nahan. There was no one in the vicinity and we jumped in the river. The tiredness of whole day was vanished in few seconds and we spent almost two hours enjoying the river water.
I am like the river, shallow in the start.
But once you know me well, I am much intense.
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| Lost in the greens |
At night looking at the stars, listening to the music with Love Story by Erich Segal in my hand, I realised that lovers are like the stars in those constellations, apart but still always together.
Looking towards the mountains
with her headphones on
I saw her crying
I looked towards her and smiled
With tears in her eyes she smiled back
I knew that was catharsis for her.
If laughter is healing, crying also is no less a medicine.Cry- Cry with your heart out, let those tears rolled down your cheeks and travel to your heart. Allow yourself to taste that salt.
Reading and thinking I didn't realise when I went into dreams.
Next sunrise of Nahan is following in next post.
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