Sunrise just as everyday, but special in its own ways.
It was one of the best night; probably because I do not remember falling asleep.
A couple from Delhi checked-in next door that morning.
At first, both seem struck by AMS.
Later learnt that they revealed themselves to the desi herbs.
Explaining the possibility of nightstay at Lamayuru, left half luggage with the Landlord and went straight to do sanity check of Bullet that I borrowed yesterday.
Not the bullet that kills, the bullets that can take you to places.
Only two things mattered to me the most that moment..
Leather Jacket & Rayban Shades. All else is in mute.
At first, I Though the DSLR gives more freedom of expression by having the choice of Aperture, Shutter and manual focus. I was equally fatigued fearing that these pictures might deprive me of my “me time”, that I will spend the most time taking pictures.
Every shot was a challenge. To hold the camera still is a challenge let alone composing a shot. The time spent taking those pictures was worth every little discomfort.
In the process of adjusting, I just got addicted to the breezy expanse. As beautiful as the landscapes were; the more challenging they were to own, to capture, or even to embrace.
I was running short of words. Every frame that I tried to capture, demand me to breathe a little heavier next time ( High altitude, low on oxygen.. duh!!!)
After several sharp curves and mountains, came a straight path, where the mind took turns.
Noticeably, there were sudden strong winds blowing from west..from Sonamarg.
Having someone to bother, to experiment and to dabble in air together.
Should I have agreed to travel together? Was it mistake to go alone?
Flurry of thoughts/ideas floated in my mind until the road offered challenges.
I kept asking her to pose to get the best shot, but only got it right when she isn’t paying attention.
So were my best shots.
“Wish I could stand by these mountains forever“, a voice said. One among the many voices that reside in me. comfortably forgetting the chilling pains of cold weather.
A few drops of vinegar in 100 kg sugar and no one ever will ever taste sugar.
So were the little discomforts : the vinegar.
so was the experience : the sugar!!
Whom should I thank for routing me here..
whom should I thank for the mystery she is!!
Consciously, I fell for the harshness yet again…
Of course, no travelogue is incomplete without the mention of Chai.