The only thing that matters today or rather now is what I remember of that day, memories in one word. I have travelled a lot many places (including hills of course!) I am always ready to make love with deep, lusty, sun reflecting Himalayas or the Shivalik range ranging from Dehradun to the sacred Kedarnath. Deep seated in my heart is my desire to travel, explore- which obviously needs money! (So, let me get a job first, let me complete my graduation till then I am dependent on daddy!).
In the summer of 2008 we went to the holy city of rudraprayag (confluence of tributaries Alaknanda and Mandakini of pure Ganges). Oh God! It’s such a misconception!! Alaknanda and Mandakini combine to form Alaknanda which further merges with Bhagirathi in Devprayag at sangam, from here the river gets the name Ganga. Don’t argue I know I am correct!
Rudraprayag only being a halting destination took me further into how I came to be what I am today (well that's another story!).
Going through the landslide infested, chalk-stone stricken road, I was mesmerized by the scenic beauty of the path. All through my way I was desperately thanking God as He made me live up-to this date so I could witness miracles every second. And I am still alive! It is so true that the real pleasure lies in the journey and not reaching the destination!
Having reached the city of Rampur/Ramgarh/Ramnagar (whatever it was! Apologizes my memory is not helping me here!!), we realized we had to wait in a queue which was more than 2 kilometers in length. Wherever we looked we found a series of MUVs- bulky, rickety, trodden, broken, punctured etcetera! Well we couldn't help but wait! 'Snail's pace' is what a phrase I am using now is but that time, that day it was divine!
The village on the right of the road, beyond the enchanting creek (lost in the gorge) was a sight to behold.
Everything I remember is an image of what my memory reflects. I want them to be the way they are... still, time-bound, picturesque so that whenever I visit them time and again I want the same voice to emerge from me. Still I would love to visit a place all over again till it is engraved in my blood and I remember every jiffy of it.
I wonder that is why people take photographs!
Let the road take me where I have always wanted to be,
Let it take me all vary,
Let it show me the way I should travel,
Road not so frequently travelled,
Let it unravel.
