Snow Covered peaks, Gushing river, Lush Forest & Tranquility – we yearned for these and the traveler within us was geared up with the prospect of finding all at one place. A silent town hidden in the picturesque terrain of Himachal, lies our next destination, the little hamlet – Kasol.
As the bus jumps along the breaking road, it jolts us awake and we look out. The valley has turned narrower. The river is more petite and more excited. The trees are getting taller and deeper green. The sights of Parvati (valley) have lifted the tiredness of the overnight bus from Delhi and everyone’s wide awake. For once, we were glad to be up in the morning.
There’s a mist clinging on to the folds of the Parvati (river) as if trying to veil her beauty. But we can hear her sing. The path draws closer to the waters; the sunbeams shoot through the clouds, part the veil and lay their golden fingers upon her. We witness this mesmerized, musing at this communion of water and fire, in such peace, in such allure. Or maybe I’m in a sleep deprived delirium!
Onwards we go! The yellow interiors of our lovingly named ‘Hadimba Coach’ (local bus) are joyously colorful, as are the people occupying its seats. The jovial elderly on their daily socialization ride, the office-working/teaching women ready to share an early morning smile. Looking out of the window of our bus, we are spell bound.
It was not just the ride but sheer change across the board that was more than a pleasant surprise for us. This road to Kasol has seen many travelers go by for many bygone eras. Our presence here in April is just another speck in the sands of time but nevertheless it was important for the speck to be here.