I was in the bus and dreaming something beautiful. Suddenly the Curves and hairpin turns on the Himalayas woke me up. Struggling to see as all was so hazy I rubbed my eyes and found that ,it was not due to the drowsy eyes rather it was due to the mist on the glasses of the bus ,which caused this blurred vision. I cleaned the glass with my bare palm, glasses were moist and my palms became moist too . And I saw series of mountains which sequentially look green then grey and in the last glistening snow-line ranges, in front of them the mountain river was flowing downwards, cutting the rock and perpetually moving forward.
I was astonished by such a beautiful wake up call …. My heart mumbled Himachal…. Something more beautiful than the dream I was watching while sleeping.
Leaning on the mountains, seeing dense forest , ceaseless streams and series of ranges in front – Bir . It is a small village in Himachal Pradesh. The homage for Tibetans, the Indian Capital of paragliding . And for me … A reason to fall in love with the Mountains .
Bir to Billing –
It is small beautiful trek of 7 KM . As soon as I reached to the starting point of trekking, I was wondering over the vastness of the mountains which were surrounding me. They all were covered with the jungle of Cedrus Deodara. They were enchanting. I ran in their direction .But It was not the direction we were supposed to go. So I turned towards the stream. I was so excited that I started making Stride, wait if you walk like this you will be tired soon.And my guide gave me some instructions and I followed them.
Climbing slowly, along with the spring , we were entering into the dense forest…. different insects ,birds were making a background music throughout my trekking. It was good to feel that.
It was in the mid of the trek ,I had a question whether I would be able to make it possible or not. I rested , closed my eyes, and told to myself that I have not come till here to go back. I must gather all little strength that I possess …moreover confidence that yes I will do it (the words of my trekking guide Kamal bhaiya) and must keep moving forward. Sometime left or then right to the spring, drinking the mountain water, energising our selves ,we climbed the rocks and the mountains .We crossed the valley and the springs, rested on lush green Plateau, smelling Burans, Pine, Cedar , trying to save our selves from rolling rocks.. Talking about village and tribes, listening the tales of the mountains , we climbed the steep sturdy mountain
It is well said, that after the hardest climb we have the most beautiful view. ..
I was at Billng .
Below were the forest, valley , and streams which were difficult to be recognized , far were the villages , above was the limitless sky. Sun was peeping from the clouds and was trying to shine down on green slopes of the mountains. . And the cool Breeze was whispering, “Up above , is the long way… come along with me . we will go towards east or in west ,will wander until you wonder”
My guide instructed me for paragliding. He told me to observe the people who are ready to the take off. For successful take off , I chose to observe “what not to do” . I was excited and was ready to fly next morning.
The next Morning
It was raining in the morning and I was bit doubtful that I will be able to go for paragliding or not .But the best part about whether is that it keeps on changing. Soon the cab full of a Squad of Pilots were there to accompany the flight.
After 50 minutes we reached to the Billing , Breeze was cold and I started shivering . Don’t know Out of cold breeze or out of excitement . To overcome this I ran in front then off to the side. I ran hither and thither, hopped and then I was not shivering any more…
Pilot had done all the set up. He tied all the knots and I checked them again. He shouted run and though it was so hard to run against the wind with load , I ran , after few steps the wind took me in its lap , I felt secure . “I did it”, I screamed with delight. The wind and the pilot controlling the paragliders took me high up n the Sky .
I looked down.. I was above the Mountains, The huge tree were so small now, and Streams like a glistening silver thread were making a beautiful embroidery ,the colorful houses were embedded like gems on the sloppy terrain. All were very beautiful and enchanting.
My heart was skipping with Joy . I am flying , I am flying, this was all I could utter at that particular moment. For few minutes I was Speaking loudly . The wind was there and we were unable to hear each other.
Then suddenly I saw the vastness of the world and
I realised that We and our tales are so small in this big world. We are confined in a small world created by our selves . And we expect everything in that small circle only. We need to look beyond these limits. The world is limitless, and there resides wonder at each and every step and so we are … Limitless and wonderful.
I lost in this beautiful world, and I found myself. I felt the bliss of being alive. I wished for nothing better than to remain there forever.
Those beautiful moment passed so quickly and gave me lifetime memories to cherish . Now though after more than a month, My heart still dwells somewhere in the mountains… chasing the streams, listening the creatures ,smelling the wild beauty , flying high in the sky… Yes I still dwell in the mountains.