Manali ➡ Chandigarh
Chandigarh ➡ Delhi
Around 5 a.m, when it started getting brighter, I looked outside. I looked at those usual snow-covered mountains, but they were not covered with snow. Fresh snow that is. It actually did not snow on those mountains all of yesterday. It was very hot, 30°C, so the weather there might have been affected too.
We left for Chandigarh. the weather will worsen. From a place of 7°C, we will be going to Delhi, 40°C. On the way, the scenery was almost the same as always. Green mountains, snow mountains, settlements. I saw many Buddhist prayer flags on the way. They were colourful. According to Wikipedia, Prayer Flags do not carry prayer to gods, rather Tibetans believe that prayers and mantras will be blown by the wind to spread the goodwill and compassion to all pervading space. That is really thoughtful! The persistent Beas river followed us almost until Kullu. The mountains were hardly visible, most of them like shadows. The clouds were all scattered like cotton balls. They stretched across the sky in a descending way. The sun is shining right across my face. The mountains, in a criss-cross pattern overlap each other in an endless chain. The flow of the Beas river was inconsistent, which was expected as it runs a long way; sometimes it was wild, sometimes calm. It followed in one direction, then it did from both. In the wild flow, opposite streams gushed within each other, whereas is in the calm flow, the opposite forces caused ripples. We go through the same long tunnel. One of the wonders of humanity and also that of its cruelty. The Beas river also has rocks on its banks, while in some places it is completely devoid of rocks and white sandy banks.
When I look at isolated lone houses on the hills, I wonder how will people survive there. Do they even come down? Is there a road? What about schools? Up ahead were some more isolated houses but they atleast were in a cluster. There was a temple somewhere mid-way on a mountain. It was very eye-catching as the road to it went up right from the foothill and the siderails were coloured red and white. It was impossible not to notice.
The scenario is changing. The mountains go into the background and fields take over. We are almost done with the hilly roads and ghats and the air is heavy and hot. All you can see is stretches of towns and villages interspersed with vast fields.
We reached the Chandigarh station at around 4 P.M. Almost one and a half hours earlier than our train, which was at 6:23 P.M. We just hung around, had cold drinks and chatted until our train came at 6:15 P.M.
We sat in the train and immediately were given snacks. Sandwich, samosa, sonpapdi, channa dal, mango juice tea etc. When I sat in the train, it was sunset time it was a beautiful portrait of the sun, whose light had dwindled and was just a shining sphere. The scattered clouds was superimposed on it like a sheet. As my train moved ahead, the stretch left my view, and now at 7:50 P.M, I can hardly see anything outside. Unlike Shimla-Manali it gets dark here very soon. But the view is the same. Fields cities, buildings and stretches of trees.
It’s just 7:55 P.M now and we will reach New Delhi station at 9:55 P.M. I am tired of travelling and all the fluctuations from a hill station to hot air currents and a hot Tempo Traveller to cold AC chair car train. I’ve just been sitting all day. I do love road travel, no doubt, even though the basic scenery gets repeated, there is always something new to see. No two waves are the same. But it’s literally been all day I really feel like going back to my city. Our plan in Delhi is unpredictable because more than sightseeing, we are going there to visit our relatives.
So we spent most of our day meeting relatives and talking and reminiscing about old days. In the evening, we went to the Bangla Sahib Gurudwara. It was really beautiful. We went at the right time as we got to attend the ‘Ardaas’. And we sat there for some time.
Bangla Sahib Gurudwara
At night when everyone sat talking again, I realised I missed so much anime back home, Tokyo Ghoul, One Piece, Shokugeki (no Souma), Naruto, everything.
We went to the Pacific Mall to watch a movie. My little cousins played in the play area for sometime and then we got back to our relatives’ place. I joined my aunt and my cousin to buy evening snacks for the day in rickshaw called as the ‘Mayuri’. It is a peculiar rickshaw with seats facing each other.
A Mayuri rickshaw
(Image source – Google)
After snacks, me and my cousins started playing cricket. I played with them a little and was watching them play and then we left for dinner at another relatives place. But I was excited as we were going to Agra the next day!
Really sorry for posting after eons. And sorry again for writing an account of 3 days together in a post. In Delhi, as most of our time was spent in family get togethers, there is not much travel content to write about.
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