17/09/2020
Remember the first time you wanted to travel solo, especially the girls out here? And you may never have done it coz of various reasons. Well, here's my experience. I hope it inspires some of you.
Spiti was my first solo trip. Getting to that place took me three full days, that remote it is. I remember how skeptical I was about going to such a place where mobile network was hardly available, bathing water was a luxury, chicken dishes were a rarity and electricity was more lost than found.
However, people's smiles were in abundance, their love and warmth helped me brace the chilled breeze, the kids innocence reminded me of all the good things that still exist in the world.
Meeting so many travelers, listening to their stories - their lives, challenges, travel stories - I learnt so much more than what books, media and internet taught me. And ya, I also learnt how to cook 😀, thanks to an amazing chef I met there. Then of course there was people - someone who peaked my interest in photography with his amazing work; another whose love for and connect with mountains made us be friends instantaneously; and another who presented a complete different picture of his country from what I had perceived it to be.
I remember this Canadian couple who talked so much about how life was in Canada and how much they love India that they have been coming back every year for 2 decades now. And then the Italian I met one evening with whom I had an amazing conversation discussing our love for Florence.
Mountain stories are never complete without dogs, the lovely dogs who sat by me when I was feeling low, showed me the way when I was lost and showered their love unconditionally.
I went to Spiti with a lot of baggage and dead weight, I came back brimming with positivity, life, happiness, completely rejuvenated. This place changed me in ways I never expected. The place has magic, it has healing power.