The people of Dhauladhar

Dhauladhar Trek
After spending a entire day shepherding the sheep on green pastures, he returns home. He knows these paths, having walked over them for years now. Sometimes, he wonders if anything will change, if anything will be different?
A trusting face, removed from the corruption that plagues our lives. She lives in abandon , in an environment that fosters trust and friendship. No hidden motives and ill intentions, here there is place only for the good at heart.
Signs of global warming. Unprecedented snow in these regions for this part of the year. large flocks of sheep, mules and horses are stranded on the higher slopes, with no way to return.

 The future is full of hope. Senior class students at the local school in Bara Bangal village, Himachal

The mountains teach you to make best use of resources. The shepherds construct these temporary structures during grazing months and leave them intact for the next year. In the interim, it is used by travelers like us requiring shelter from the elements

Sunset at the Pass
Sunset at the Pass

About Namita

A melange of colors, just like the rainbow. Sometimes, as bright as the yellow sun, brimming with energy. Then driven by the passion of red to pursue my dreams. Calm like the clear blue skies and playful like streaks of violets. I am a collection of stories, each different and yet the same. I am simple in my complexities and something in my nothingness. For my bread and butter, I am a reflexologist – a profession which is more than just a job, it is my passion. When I am not busy in conversation with the feet, I potter around with my camera lens, indulge in good music and snuggle in with my books. And when my energies begin running low, nothing perks me more than traveling to unknown places, meeting all sorts of people and exchanging tall stories. I am a founding trustee of the Uday Public Charitable Trust that hopes to provide the gift of education to children of martyred soldiers and also other deserving children. It is a cause close to my heart. My gypsy heart cannot sit still and I must always move, explore…The mountains call out ever so often and I am off with my backpack. Trek, trek, trek…I want to push my limits always..rediscover my fears and move forward with my strengths. i love myself and my life, I must be god’s favorite child . With much to do and much to see, i am on the brink of another journey, always.
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