And finally, after travelling for more than a thousand kilometres, I finally stepped down at her door. It was like I had almost forgotten how it was like to lay in her widespread arms, to breathe the gush of life she had to offer. It was different, like I had waited for many lifetimes and counting, to finally see her. And I’d fall for her everytime, all over again.
By the time I reached the core of her bosom where I'd find peace, the snowfall began, which was unexpected (according to the locals), as if she was spraying a million magnolias to guide me home. The slow motion 'Snow-Dance' ever so gracefully filled up the cracks in the mountains, covering everything by a sheet of white, like a bandage over a wound. Even the mountains had cracks! And yet they stood, unmoved.
With all it's mystic symbolism, the Valley had become my latest crush!
Silent and peaceful and gorgeous.
My kind of Valentine
"Yesterday was the day of fresh snow here in Dharamkot. The weather was cold and stormy, and the area of Upper Dharamkot, and it's meadows were nothing short of a winter wonderland. This picture was taken near Gallu Mata Temple just before my hike towards the most surreal place I saw in a while. I feel like I just want a cup of tea and retire in bed for the day today. Maybe edit the next video. But life in the mountains so far, is not so bad I'd say. Just Magical"