20/06/2020
June 20, year ‘17.
It was time to leave the beautiful and ever gracious town of Kasol,and head towards what we initially planned to be the beautiful valley of Tosh. Our guts told us nothing of what we were about to experience.
As fate had a different setting for us, it all started with a suggestion by a local, to traverse our way through was a virgin route relatively, confluenced in the palms of parvati valley. The village of Pulga.
What happened during that time is what the story is about (Ps: It was the last destination of our travel)
There is no way to reach pulga but to walk your way to it. An hour long trek, where each step met our eyes with a view we cannot even fathom, and left us with a feeling which you would want to pack and treasure it till you experience it again.
Pulga welcomed us with bright vibrant colored homes, and the walls spoke through its artsy bold graffitis which were the characters of this town.
Looking for a place to settle ourselves for the night, we homestayed at a traditional machan by the fields ‘Om Shanti Home’. We went in, unloaded the luggage, and the weather was screaming cold breeze with a tinge of wood in the air. As I sat down, almost daydreaming of how beautiful this world is, sipping the hot chocolate, and sinking it in, I almost reversed myself thinking ‘It all began with a suggestion.’ ‘ The Best of stories and experiences are never planned. Your guts make the experience.’
.jasani
@ Pulga, Himachal Pradesh, India