Somethings are better done in solitude, like writing. I am one of those fussy people who can only write when all other environmental conditions have been met – no noise, no other people to distract me, no chores to finish….And then I can finally write. Its exactly the kind of time and space I haven’t had at all for the last few days.
I have been busy with sessions ( which is good) and planning my next travels. Hopefully, Satya should get leave by the end of next month and then we will be traveling. The urge to pick up my backpack and get away is getting stronger each day. I haven’t stepped out of Delhi since returning from Ladakh in July and my energy levels seem to be dropping. I don’t know what it is about being in the mountains, but it brings me back to life.
Arunachal…Sikkim..Himachal..Uttaranchal..Ladakh..Kishtwar..Bhutan. each of my trips have brought me in touch with myself. I have emerged a new person each time. Every time I crossed over with seemingly nothing underneath my feet, when I walked those extra few hours, when I negotiated tricky patches have given me a sneak preview of my capabilities..and there is no better high than that. I smile when I think of how much I have changed and accustomed to those environments 🙂
I recollect quite clearly in 2005, an incident from our days in Arunachal. It was a large group and we were descending after having reached the highest point of our trek. We reached a patch with loose and sliding mud and I froze. It was almost like being frozen in ice. For all my experience I could not get myself to go across that patch. To my eyes it seemed like they were crossing with feet in the air. For some minutes, I simply stood there absolutely sure I could not do this. Five minutes hence I had been duly dragged to the other side.My heart raced and my head was in a tizzy. Since then, I have negotiated trickier patches with a lot more calm and ease. Satya sometimes says, I might have found my moutain goat feet after all :). There are still moments of uncertainity, but certainly my degree of ease has increased. This time in Kishtwar, negotiating the tricky Hagshu La also brought me to my knees, but it wasn’t too bad. Now, Arunachal seems like a cake walk.
I would have loved to upload some pics, but trouble with wordpress is yet to resolve itself and until then, I am resigned to text.