Sometimes the journey teaches you a lot about the destination. The trail called Sarpass can be defined as such in the valley of Parvati. I am not going to talk about the achievement of crossing a tiny laned pass, for to me , now a days any trek is much bigger than it's defined moment of Truth at a single point on mountains. May be this is cause I have walked upon this trail many a times, but even so , I now know, a trek , is not a novel with only a great ending, it is a completion of short stories , with amazing chapters in itself.
So let me talk about the violet rare Iris structured flowers you cross on the way to Grahan on your first day. Filling the air with fragnance and tired minds of trekkers with some relaxing balm, this violet beauties along with yellow ones make the whole trail a song to dance upon.
Grahan village and it's people can be the most beautiful encounters you make. You might come across strong politicians working like any ordinary man , carrying heavy trees to keep their fires inside a temple burning, and inviting all of you to share a meal in his home. You might meet amazingly good looking women and their smiles that could make you blush for a while. You will meet your local friends who shall be your team and guide while crossing this vast trail filled with miracles. Men of courage and guts , yet hearts as innocent as child's.
As you tread uphill for two days from Grahan to Min thatch to Nagaru top, you cross the dense jungle and all it's life with it. You feel their pulse , whenever you hear the winds blowing through the Pine and silver fir trees, making a soothing sound. You hear the birds always singing to you and the gushing river giving a background music.
The campsites and it's small tents are your home and you first feel what is it to be a nomad. Did you realise that home could be such a small space and you would find more comfort and peace than you ever did ?
Walking on snow crossing the tiny pass might be an adventure you dreamt of for long and so did you live. Dreams do come true then ain't it ?
The slides are amazing and so you slip through snow like a child and enjoy my personal favourite part of the trek. The pictures you took , look straight out of Hollywood movies from the sets of fantasy novel you have been reading and you can't stop imagining yourself the prime of an Oscar winning movie.
The green stretches of Biskari and the thatches where you put up for a day , made more experiences than you did for the last whole month.
The songs sung inside the tent , or while on the trek, the blood felt running through your heart when you put that extra step up hill, tired and fatigued. The muscle pain that made you realize how many muscles you have in your body , or you never noticed that it exists before. The headache , the dehydration or the cold. The hunger, and simple rice and Dal filling you up, more than the Pizza ever did in your favourite cafe in your city. The strangers who held your hands while you slipped on snow, or those who lend ears while you opened up all your past and raw soul, over soup , under the starry nights , around a bon fire. Every thing, all of it, each of it, is a life lived a story wrote.
This trail is not about a single point of tiny path , not about a tiny pass covered in snow, not about your achievement of completion. This trail is about every breath you inhale and exhale , every face you meet and smile, every song you sing and dance, every sight you see and forget. This trail is such a magic.
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" Travel made me rich and free. Magic and miracles are true , once you wander on the roads to places different and divine. Sharing you all those memories and stories , and wishing you all , that someday you guys travel far and wide too. I am not a great writer , so ignore my grammar and spellings, read it with feelings, and you might just be affected with the wanderlust "