The Hunger To Escape II

Did you read the first part of our escape from the capital? If not, The Hunger To Escape II might not be that interesting to read. You will get stranded at Besisahar, not knowing how we even got there. Read the first part here: THE HUNGER TO ESCAPE I We reached Besisahar at around 3 pm. It is a growing city, one could notice that when the scene of birds resting in the wires stands out. The wires had Besisahar connected with the modern world; tangled, however, searching its own conventions, traditions, and ethnicity. The winger we were in, managed us a ride to Chame, without even having us to walk a foot. We took our backpacks, hid the empty bottle of Rum…

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-Mumbai- India’s New York
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-Mumbai- India’s New York

From Kathmandu’s only International Airport, a turbulent and almost 3 hours of flight isn’t supposed to take us much farther from its calm premises, but it took me by surprise while landing at Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj International Airport. Unlike the name of the airport, the hospitality and customs at the airport were rather conventional, large enough to make it seem peaceful. Getting outside, the hoard of cab driver surround you to take you with them. As much as it thrilled me to feel like a celebrity surrounded by paparazzi, I would recommend you book an Uber on your way out. It was around noon and irrespective of time, traffic always seems to be at its worst in Mumbai. Streets were full of vendors…

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The Last Haven : ABC

Definitely the coldest night of my life. The temperature was at a -20 but the wind chills could have been below -40. The rooms in the camp were so cold that we had to basically sleep with our shoes on, while being buried beneath a rubble of 3 woolen blankets. Almost everything liquid had frozen well before the clock hit midnight. It was a clear cloudless night for the most part. I had found a way up the slopes and was busy observing the stars. Then suddenly, there was a crackling sound, like a hurricane coming in from the North. I looked up and saw perhaps the fastest moving cloud system ever, encircling me. In an instant, it enveloped the Massif, shut out…

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Zion

What is it about driving in the middle of a lifeless desert that makes it so peaceful? Is it the rarity of life itself? Or, is it the silence? Whatever it is, it is beautiful. It almost makes me want to dress up like a cowboy and pretend I am in a Western movie while I stop at a gas station in the middle of nowhere and walk slowly with confidence. And when the night falls and the cold wind blows, I just look at the sky and see everything that I have been missing out, thanks to light pollution. I don’t even notice when the western picture turned into a ride through La La Land, romance and cosmos with Neil deGrasse Tyson’s…

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Kalinchowk: The Blanket of Snow

It was a dull winter in Kathmandu with holidays looming in. Had been more than a week, the clouds of dust were whirling with the gloomiest of days; barely the sun had come out to show some signs of hope and happiness. Out of nowhere, the icy-thoughts of playing with snow made me head out on a journey where snow would overcome the gloomiest days of the capital. So, I along with my close friends decided to hit the road. There were many places near and far from the valley where the news of snowfall was reported. We decided to travel to Kalinchowk, Dolakha which was nearly 135km from the valley. All the preparations were made and we started our journey from Bus…

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The Mardi Diaries – II

Read The Mardi Diaries - I, know us better and read the remnants from our journey! Waking up to the chirping of birds under the clear blue sky was already the most that we could have asked when we headed out of the noisy, dusty capital i.e. Kathmandu. Sidhing had already ruptured our heart with its beauty and its soothing songs. It was around 7 am in the morning when we headed out with only a goal: to reach Mardi Base Camp before the dusk. Our legs were burning from yesterday's long trek from Pokhara; even one footstep felt like a mile and the thoughts of reaching Base Camp was but a mere hope. As we walked pass Sidhing, the mountains welcomed us,…

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Pokhara: Your UTOPIA

I never thought I would say this. But I think travelling to same destination more than once is not always a bad idea. Especially if the place consist of incredibly beautiful mystic mountains and lakes. Pokhara, the final city before you start climbing up towards different Mountain Ranges, is a place of charm on itself. On our short 3 day trip, we decided to travel along as many places as possible, and every one of these places lived up to its expectation. We reached to the destination via a bumpy ride on our tourist bus. After few hours of ride, we decided to rest for a while on our resort. As most of my friends were taking a nap, I decided to hit…

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The Mardi Diaries – I

I barely understand what life is all about. Sometimes I wonder if we are all assigned to complete a certain task in a given time by some messiah which remains unseen and remains only in the chapters of holy scriptures. Yet another day, and when I woke up, the trepidation of living a life so mundane hit me hard. I was so indulged in idle gossip, and things that I never thought would even touch the tiniest bit of my hair. And the only thing, that I could think of at this moment was to go far away from these trifles which were dragging me in its abyss; never to let me out and make me flounder in its trvialities. We are all…

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Oblivion

The seventeenth of December, 2018 at 5:25 pm, the clouds chose to let the mountain smile and rest upon its lap, thus invigorating our heavy breath from the strenuous trek to GosaiKunda, the northern part of Nepal. We were at a heightened altitude of 4000m in Rasuwa at Cholangpati, when we were held for an hour by the resplendent view of the clouds resting at the lap of the mountain; tempting us to hop in it, leaving everything behind. With the wind howling, the leaves kept rustling and whistling the tones of happiness, sadness that the Empyrean had witnessed. We stood there gazing at the clouds, moving away from the mountains, thus aiding her to expose her nudity; the irresistible pulchritude that would…

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The Precipice

The night was eerily dark, the wind was painfully cold and the mountains were right there: standing steadfast over everything else. We had made it to ABC. We were the last ones to enter camp that night. There were 3 inns in the camp. And, we chose the one in the middle. The kitchen was cozy and numerous trekkers had gathered around the table to share their travel experiences. We decided to join in. The other folks looked really surprised when we told them that we had only begun our journey the day before. The distance we had covered in the two days was something many broke into 3-4 day chunks. No wonder, we were absolutely exhausted and hungry. Luckily for us, the…

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