My Puma shoes all worn out and the grip smooth-en out; after the weary trek to Gallu waterfall; My chum all forcefully trying to gushout, I was almost certain I wouldn’t be daring the Triund trek out there alone.
I was left with exploring the self content town of Mcleodganj. A walk around the market chowk, with more or less similar design and pattern of things to offer, soon enough I realized I didn’t have much left to do. With two more days left for the Dharamshala International Film Festival 2017, for which I had my reasons to come here.
I messaged to Tom Brazier who I befriended while on my solo trek to Gallu waterfall and Thank God I found him and Apoorva on my way to give me company. Tom encouraged me and inspired me to imagine the view from the top of Triund. The scenic view flashed my mind but most importantly my own strength needed to be tested. I had reasons to feel old because of my weak knees and I thought let’s jerk them a little and see how far I could sustain. I packed few essentials that night, though still doubtful in my mind.
By 7am the next day I left my guest house (Shree Guest House- an amazing discovery in the main market yet aloof to the noise, bought a pack of bourbon and tucked an auto ride to Himalaya Tea stall for 70 bucks. I had a cup of tea there and started my trek at 7.45am towards Triund. Being alone I had downloaded an offline map, Map.Me to assure me time to time if I was trailing the right path. 45 mins of gradual steep hiking I reached the Gallu Devi temple and that’s where I thought of writing my thoughts and experience down. I realized no matter how irreligious I may have turn, at this height you do want the Devi shakti to guide you, give you strength and protect you. Few meters from the temple I decided to rent a bamboo stick from the Sun and Moon cafe for 50 bucks and extra 50 as deposit. The cafe guide assured me that I would be just fine with my spare sandals. I then was asked by a peeping face from another booth, how many people were there with me and I said ‘alone’. He was from the police department and said that he needed to do my registration. I gave him my details and indulged into small talks with him- he didn’t need much to convince me that I should camp there on triund. I thus resumed my trek and on the way met few people who were impressed for me being alone to trek. I felt nice, of course and wondered many a things by now until I reached the magic view cafe by 10.45am:
– why I don’t have a dream list and it would have really made me go all out to accomplish them. This trek was not a dream but it’s happening with spur of my impulse.
– Why does one have the compulsion to uncharted way.
– what sounds from the valley could still reach that height and how did it make me feel. I heard the drum beats of probably a march past drill practice of some school and a flood of associated memory floated by.
– Does the birds out here liked it much or with the settlements down there.
– Why did the tiny houses looked ugly and disruptive to the green velvet spread of the oak canopy.
– The brands I left behind and those that I carried along with me.
– The decisions I made out of practical reasons and how happy was I for deciding on them.
– why is it much more friendlier, warm and encouraging with few of us who we meet up there on the mountains?
Anyways with these thoughts in my mind, I had the last 1.30 mins of trek left which was quite steep in comparison, and that’s where the real test begins. By around 1.30pm I reached the Triund campsite and buoy what a sight. The clouds descended enveloping the campsite and restricting the view to just few meters. The whole of Dhauladhar ranges was being wrapped away as if a child wrapped in a shawl not letting a glimpse of its face. Listening to the baa of the sheep yet not able to see them was a mysterious experience in moist cloudy wrap around. The whole scene was out of this world experience and need no further vividness as I would definitely fail to express.