A place called Spiti, with an aura so divine and fresh and the air so pure, that our nostrils which have got accustomed to inhaling the polluted air cannot handle. Even the sun shines so bright that the skin develops patches of red and black. Polluted, yes that is what we are. I found a part of me that was untouched so far. A desire unmet, a promise unfulfilled or an adventure unexperienced. A trip to the beautiful Spiti valley, and all the needless desires feel at vain. If life is an adventure, I sure have lived a part of it.
Some say it is dangerous, well, what isn't? Isn't life a journey between problems and having a dream destination worth dying for? A trek, therefore, is no different from life, a journey between landslides, rain, hail, snow and countless other problems and ending in an ultimate location. Surely, even heaven would not be as beautiful if the road which led to it was easy.
After encountering through adventures like these, the mind starts contemplating as to what have we earned in all our lives? Are we too stuck within our routine jobs as to stop enjoying what the Lord has to offer on earth? Do we choose the crowdy and noisy hill stations too easily over the calm and serene landscapes like Spiti? Everyone knows the answers, but a few understand the question. I know it now, and hope you do so too, soon!
Life is either a great adventure or nothing. - Hellen Keller
