The Virgin Village – Pulga (Himachal 2)

So this I think is my second in the travel series.  I had to write this today, as I thought on one of your days not going so good, the best way is to relive some of that unforgotten beauty.

So coming back to Pulga, for me Pulga was like Alice’s rabbit hole.  It was my discovered wonderland. To get to Pulga we took a car from Kasol to Barsheni and then we trekked there. Thats the most wonderful thing in fact, there is no roadway up to Pulga. You have to walk it. As we kept walking up, even though I felt burdened under the weight of my bag, I realised still that this was one of the most beautiful places I had seen.

A little stream of water running down the rocks, while I walked on the rocks, amidst the numerous green trees and shrubs I felt like it was one of those times that I wish I could pack into a haversack. As we walked on I still remember the smiles all of us had. the funny thing is I dint realise it that day, but while I am writing this post I remember how excited all of us were. Like children discovering something new.

In Pulga, while my friends concentrated on their ‘rural projects’ I just soaked in slowly but steadily the beauty around me. I saw the people, felt the warmth. It was like out of one of India’s folklores, with wooden houses and small pillars, with small roads and a whole small town that you could lose yourself in. There were blocks of beautiful flowers, and the roofs had corn drying on it. We went on to eat at a small place, I think that was actually the only place to eat there. And it was amazing how there was a very interesting menu. I don’t remember much of the food (and thats saying something) because I cannot still get over how beautiful the moon looked that night. We were sitting in a corner of this very small underground sort of dhaba, and the most striking thing for me was the moon that day. It was almost the full moon, and the rays fell on these bright orange flowers giving them this beautiful reddish tinge. It was to say the least most perfect I had ever seen the moonlight blend with nature.

And it was real, not out of stories, I could feel the breeze on my face. And all that happened there was almost a blur. We were a group of four and we even met two other very nice tourists and made friends with them. But I don’t think I can write too much about that because I am still not over the colors that I saw so brightly that night.

After dinner we made our way to our cottage, I still remember a friend of mine talking of it as the tree house. And thats exactly how it felt. Felt like I was child again, back in this tree house that a city could never give me. And staring at the moon, laughing, smiling, we all went to sleep.

The next morning was something of a revelation. I am more of a night person than anything else. But that day the morning held a new meaning for me. I saw the sun reflect on to the corns that were drying on the roof, it rose from behind the mountains and started talking to the people of the village, small children were up and about, the birds were singing and there was such serenity about the place.

I could not believe that this can be true. And that morning as I walked down from Pulga I knew that I would come back. And I think that would be part two of this series, I can only say that once in a lifetime. You should meet Pulga.

Himachal – Kasol

I was never very much of a travel writer, but it was my travel to Himachal that I think changed me, so much of me.

And so I decided to pen down a few of my most treasured moments. And relive my journey.

While you enter Himachal you start to notice these little drops of mountains, from the plains of Delhi to Himachal is a long journey and as I watched the landscape change through the night, I had an intuition that this could be one of those times when you feel like a bird. I felt like I was flying through the clouds, flying my way to Kasol.

Kasol is like a boy, a boy that doesn’t want to grow up, very peter pan. with just one main lane, no complications, but then again there is so much unexplored, there are many firsts possible in Kasol even though its a small town. You have the chance to not only explore yourself, but also make new friends, its like those old time villages. everyone living together and everyone knows everyone. There is just the right amount of privacy, but you are never alone.

There is one thing about Kasol I will never forget, there was this little virgin riverside, that our group discovered. We trekked to the riverside at night, through an old rickety bridge and some twisted untrodden paths in the mountains. I still remember just praying and hoping that we would all get there in one piece, even thinking for some time that maybe we should just not go. But then, I got there. It was almost like it was just him and me that got there.

There stood the moon staring down at us, and for once I understood what beautiful silence really means. there was a house across the river. It was like one of those sceneries you draw as a child.. Only it was alive.

And I just sat there on the rock.. not talking and we let our eyes speak, and even though as I write it sounds like the most cheesiest thing, it was beautiful. I went back to being free and dreaming. That night I wished that time would never walk by us.

And then there were spurts of laughter, our laughter. And I knew that the place was also alive because of us. A few attempts at a bonfire, some alcohol and a bunch of people who were giddy with smiles, not laughter but smiles. Those were real. And a few unspoken words and we knew that somehow that night we had all become better friends.

I knew that I was more in love than I had ever been, I was there with some people I loved and some that I missed. I wished that some of them had been there and yet I knew that someday I bring them back with me.

And then just like that somehow only three of us headed back, somehow even as I was scared of walking those paths with just the three of us. It was funny now that I look back, probably the two most important people in my life. I think I was pretending to be scared just so I could hold on and not let go. When we crossed back the half held bridge, we hugged and I dont think it was a hug at just getting back safe (though we assumed so) I think those were hugs just because.

I wish I could do that once more.