Excerpts From My Diary : Day 13 – Day 15

Day 13

25th May’18


Woke up late, had to go to my cousin’s place. We left after breakfast. We talked, had fun and after lunch, me and my cousin went to the Kamla market just for killing time. We roamed around the market. It had very awesome stuff, good dresses, artificial jewellery and many other things. (I also saw a Naruto keychain and a Totoro purse there hehe) I purchased a set of pretty oxidised bangles at the suggestion of my cousin. Yay! Now this is a thing to show off, “I purchased this from Delhi!” *Ahem* Self-souvenir.

At night we went for dinner at Nandos and the food there was really amazing. I was full till the brim, but for the sake of dessert, we decided to go to the 24Seven store and got some very yummy waffles from there, the taste of which I will never forget.

It was a fun day. I enjoyed a lot!


Day 14

26th May’18

Towards Home

7:30 am

I woke up early today because we had to do the final packing. It’s time to leave. I am a little sad that this trip is ending but not exactly very sad, because I miss my room, my posters and anime. I belong to that couch-bed, among those posters.

Amidst breakfast and speaking about nostalgia, time flew by. It was soon time to call a taxi to leave for the railway station. It was quite tensing as we got stuck in the traffic, but somehow we made it at the last moment.

2:27 pm

We reached the station. The train moved 5 minutes later and I was already feeling motion sick. No matter how much I love travelling, after 13 days of road travel, I’m finally at my limit. I said near the window and started writing.

8:46 p.m

Still writing. Got down at the Kota station for some time to get fresh air when the train stopped there for a break. It is completely dark outside. I couldn’t write real-time stuff as I had to complete the log for the past 3 days. If I don’t write, I will forget the little things and if I do write, I miss the real time view. *Sigh* But I did note down a few stuff to elaborate on.

The stretch initially was buildings, fields and villages. Then began Rajasthan. You can see a vast desert spread out before you. Sandy rocks. They look like they got their shape over the ages. At 6:36 p.m., I could see the moon. The sun did not even set by then. A lake flowed calmly, temples on the bank. The desert didn’t have any concrete roads; several cars travelling from one road over and over again have created a natural path. Around 7:08 p.m., one could see sunset on one side and the moon on the other. Plateaus and plateaus full of green trees, but these were unruly, not like the Shimla Pine; lined up on both the sides. There were rocks over rocks, sprinkled with sand. They created hills with their own will. The whole scene until darkness was filled with deserts and mountains farther away.

A View of the Desert from the Train

The train was violently shaking and that didn’t help my apparent motion sickness at all. So I decided to sleep. I put on my earphones and played calm anime music to music help me sleep faster. But then Pop played and my eyes opened wide. I had to stop the shuffle and play Itachi’s theme on loop. Then I slept. I woke up again realising I did not switch off my phone music, I did so and went to sleep.


Day 15

27th May’18


When my eyes opened, people were leaving. I thought we reached already. It looked a little bright, but I saw that no one from our family had woken up. To make sure, I checked the time, 2:11 a.m. I had to squint to re-check. Oh no. I looked outside the window. At first, I thought it must be the curtain but it was the sky; pitch-black. I shut my eyes so that time passes soon and I reach home.

The next, I opened my eyes around 6 a.m. Everyone had almost woken up. I sat up and looked outside, it was so calming. There was greenery everywhere. We’d reached Maharashtra. This greenery is always unique. Far off, there are mountains, full green. The forests too are a profound green. A river, very calmly flows around the mountains. The sun, still not totally awake for the day, lazily hid behind the clouds.

After we reached the station, we got off the train and it took us some time before we could get a taxi to home.


2:45 pm


Completing my diary. Last few things to write about. An overview. Conclusion.

I do feel a little sad that the trip ended. But I am happy to be home. Now, until the new academic year begins, I am just sleeping and watching anime. I loved Shimla the most. I felt really calm there.

The train rides were fun, but I enjoyed actual road trips more. We could put on music and stuff. But both were good. Better than going in an aeroplane and missing all the scenery. Every travel has its own fun.

I thank everyone in my family for giving me all the tickets and pamphlets, even when I forgot about it. Thanks to that, my diary is colourful. Good relief from my stupid train handwriting.

This diary is inspired by a travelogue I wrote when I went to Delhi 6-7 years ago. It motivated me. Reading that little travelogue makes me happy. So I thought, why not give my future self a full diary of 15 days? There you go future me. Hope you improve your handwriting and get inspired more. Hope you’re in Japan.

Live in the moment and look forward to more.


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I had to include three days in one post as there was not a lot of material to write about because towards the end, we were spending time with our relatives.

(Sorry for the frequent fluctuations in the tenses. I wrote different things at different times with different feelings.)

So with this, my diary series is complete. I’ll see you with my usual random posts from the next time!

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Excerpts From My Diary : Day 12 (2)


Excerpts From My Diary : Day 12 (2)

24th May’18

Agra Fort

When you stop your car in the front of the entrance, you can see the majesty of the Agra Fort. It is so symmetrical and is made of red/brownish-red stones. The style of carvings was very similar to the Taj. While entering, the grills were very pretty with a honeycomb like design. I can’t describe stuff well cause I don’t know the specific architectural terms.

When you stop your car right outside

Entering the Fort

As we walked inside, the colours within the arch-like rooms were painted a darker shade of orangish red. There were many beams as well.

Towards the uphill entrance

Reaching uphill

We proceeded towards the Jahangir Palace after entering and climbing a bit uphill. Wherever I look, either there is greenery or buildings related to the fort. It is so beautiful.. I can’t…no words. As I walk in the palace, I feel the historic vibes; a mere peasant like me, walking on the path where the kings passed from. The doors have protuding stuff to protect from intruders. Inside, the dome has amazing patterns and the symmetry is perfect. Arches face each other, stones are equidistant.

The Jahangir Palace

Walking ahead, we entered the courtyard. The king sat on a high podium. The ladies stood / sat in the little arches.

From the arches ahead in the open, one could see the Taj Mahal. It was far away, but clearly visible. The ‘jaali’ filtered sunlight and those shapes were reflected on the ground. We entered the marbled area, where the Diwan-i-Khas, Roshan Ara Pavilion, and Jahan Ara Pavilion were. The Roshan Ara Pavilion and Jahan Ara Pavilion had a good view of the Taj Mahal. They were like open balconies. Inside the Khas Mahal, the inner dome inlay work so intricate, it had geometric patterns and flowers. The Muthamman Burj was very, very beautiful, with intricate carvings of flowers and hollow designs. The beams were all full of designs. Several stones seemed chipped due to age but it was still a perfect fit. It all fits like a cog. Doesn’t look like they were fixed as a design. Looks like a single tile. The entire stretch has a royal feel.

View of the Taj Mahal

We saw the Diwan-i-Khas, which was meant for the VIP guests of the King. It had double arches and square like designs, like a chocolate bar. This area overlooked the entire floor and the greenery below. It was like a box.

View from the Diwan-i-Khas

The Diwan-i-Aam was on the ground floor. Unlike Diwan-i-Khas, the whole thing was not covered with designs. The king sat on a high podium and the people below. Only where the king sat were carvings. It was big, because it was for common people, unlike Diwan-Khas which was a small, royal place because the amount of VIP at one time is less. But seriously, I want to go back in time or project the past here… Where does the king sit? What was the reaction of the people?

We went to the Anguri Bagh. There were green and red plants/flowers there. The area looked like puzzle pieces. One could see a wide view of several buildings of the Fort from here. The alignment of the arches is what always takes my breath away.

After exiting, I had lemon soda which was very tasty. It is called as ‘Goti soda’. I’ve gotten a sort of addiction to it now.

5:20 p.m.

We left for home. The way is long, we stopped for tea and snacks and zoomed off. 6:17 p.m. was around sunset and we were still travelling. We reached the city area very late, around 9 o’clock. Before the city, we travelled extensively across the Yamuna Expressway with several toll booths. We reached our relatives place at around 10:00 p.m. After dinner, I watched my cousins play cricket and then slept like a log.


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Excerpts From My Diary : Day 13 – Day 15

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 12 (1)

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 12 (1)

Day 12

24th May’18


6:50 a.m.

Left for Vrindavan. Everyone was talking about how the Delhi roads are so clean and green. There are many open fields and trees on both the sides, but they all line up behind the barricade. The roads are huge and the mountains peek through the far horizon. We can also see the Yamuna river.

10:07 a.m.

Reached Vrindavan. On the way, we were discussing about Mirabai, Krishna, his childhood, Radha etc. the ‘gallis’ (lanes) in Vrindavan are very small and almost everyone keeps on chanting ‘Radhe Radhe’. All the cars also have the same phrase written on them. Many shops lined up one after the other selling Petha and and clothes. There were many temples there. We just went to one temple, the Banke Bihari Temple. There was a lot of rush. In the midst of the crowd I could hardly get a glimpse of the idol.

After that we left for Taj Mahal soon, because we had a long day ahead.

12:27 p.m.

We reached the Taj Mahal area. There is a certain radius where our car drops us. It is to prevent the polluted air from destroying the Taj Mahal, which is an International Heritage. After that, battery operated buses take the podium. As we went closer we could see several Petha shops, shops selling hats, books, idols and stuff. We went to purchase tickets. (For those planning to go, don’t forget to take an ID proof along with you.) It was scorching hot.

We hired a guide who told us various interesting stories regarding the Taj Mahal. There there are four Gates around for entry. We entered from the West Gate. We started walking to the North gate and as I was walking, I could see the Taj Mahal right in the front. I was far but it seemed so close.

The North Gate/Main Gate/Great Gate

Inside the North Gate, there were paintings/carvings of flowers on the marble part and symmetrical lines on the half sized domes. It’s like, if you would put them together, they’d fit perfectly. People kept on going in and out. But my eyes were fixated on the Taj Mahal. We took some pictures there. There are well maintained trees on both the sides of the pool. The Taj Mahal is beautiful, it stands in all glory, a telling of a love gone by which is eternal in our hearts. The Yamuna river lies behind. And far off, you can see the Agra Fort.

Taj Mahal from the North Gate

View after you reach the other side of the North Gate

Then we went through the outer arches of the ‘Mehman Khana’. The carvings of flowers outside were still intact and beautiful. The Mehman Khana looks very regal. We walk inside and the inner part of the Dome again has many patterns, some of which seem worn out. When we came out, we could see the layout of the Dome of the Taj Mahal on the ground.

Images of the Mehman Khana (guest house)

Layout of the Dome

The Taj Mahal from the Mehman Khana

Across the other bank of Yamuna, lies the Mehtab Bagh, which was actually a site for Shah Jahan to create the black Taj Mahal.

View from the back side of the Taj Mahal

There are two tombs of Shah Jahan and Mumtaz; real and fake. The fake ones are on the top and the real ones are underground. The ones above are the replicas of the real tomb. We reached the entrance. Photography and videography were not allowed inside. So I took a few pictures of the entrance. We had to either take out our footwear or put a cover on the footwear. (There are footwear covers one can buy for a good price before buying the tickets.)

The entrance again has a very beautiful design. There were many things written in Persian (or Arabic) I am not sure about the language, but it seems very important. From the Taj Mahal podium one could see the entire complex.

View from the Taj Mahal podium

Entrance of the Taj Mahal

We went inside, it was like a roundabout. The main mausoleum was so beautiful. There were 9 corners 5 fully covered and 4 with a ‘jaali’ (# – something like this) design, maybe for sunlight to filter in. And while walking, I saw the stairs to the real tombs underground. They were covered with a net. I walked out and saw similar calligraphic carvings. There were floral designs and several repetitive motifs. The minaret also had a way to go in but they were locked. I heard they tilt a little outside so that they don’t fall on the main monument during earthquakes.

It was so hot, my cheeks were burning. I could hardly keep my eyes open. Walking out, I saw arches again. I actually love them and through them, I clicked the pictures of the Taj Mahal.

Once outside, I didn’t have lunch. I was surviving on ice cream and soft drinks. I couldn’t eat in all this sunlight. Then, we purchased various kinds of ‘Petha’ for ourselves and our relatives. The ‘paan’ flavoured Petha especially was really good. The battery operated buses were full so we walked all the way back to the car.

4:10 p.m.

We left the Taj. The experience was really good. I love architecture and would want to know more about these things.

*Next we proceed to the Agra Fort


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Excerpts From My Diary : Day 12 (2)

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 9 – Day 11

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 9-Day 11

Day 9

21st May’18

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.

6:20 a.m.

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.

10:08 A.M

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.

6:23 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.

Day 10

22nd May’18


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.

Day 11

23rd May’18


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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Excerpts From My Diary : Day 12 (1)

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 8

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 8

Day 8

20th May’ 18



11.05 A.M

Towards Solang, the mountains were beautiful. The snow was melting and only a little remained. The Beas river follows as usual and there are several rocks on the bank. The snowy mountains hide behind green. they are like a chain that adorn the green ones. They peek through. The motherly hands of the clouds pat the pinnacle.

We were running a little late today.

Till Solang Valley The scenery was very redundant. Mountains with melted snow and green ones.

When we reached the foothill, there were again horses to help us go upto 2.5 kilometres. No. Some of us went on them and the rest of us just walked. I was so tired with this climbing and all. I put the phone in the pocket of my windcheater and blasted anime music out loud. The fact that I was wearing a palazzo pant didn’t make my life any easier. After a lot of toiling and elevated dust allergy, I reached at the tourist point. My parents and aunt and uncle went up to a temple ahead which I didn’t go as my feet wouldn’t comply. According to what they said, it was a beautiful temple and the cold water from the waterfall cascaded naturally onto the holy idol. Wow. I could also see people paragliding. Not for me. Nah. I’ve always been bad at P.E. My stamina is not even 0.1% of what Naruto has. The only thing interesting about this place according to me was the breathtaking view and a flowing stream with surrounding rocks. We made our way down again by walking.

While Walking Uphill

View From The Top

The Stream

5:43 p.m.

I am sitting in the balcony of my hotel. But it’s so irritating cause it’s on the main road. The solace and solitude of the hotel from Shimla is eliminated. Sure, I can see the mountains far off, the melting snow and the snow caps. But the sound of those different indiscernible birds is hardly heard over the screeching noise of car horns and people conversing. The engines revv up and the rustle of trees is silent. It is very hot, but the winds are not. The sun is visible. It takes a long time here for it to get completely dark. It’s unusually bright for a hill station. I have to sit in the shade. It’s really sad that we have not been able to consistently enjoy the typical climate. That’s expected because though it is a season for people to visit; paradoxically it is off-season. And there is no snow. Even yesterday, it was raining heavily. We, obviously not prepared for it, had to get drenched.

I’ll kinda talk about the view around. To my left, when I train my eyes to look afar, a green mountain is visible. I mean it’s green because of those trees, which, if I’m not mistaken are Pine trees. Peeking from there, is an absolutely snow capped mountain peak. There might be little patches of melted snow but I can’t say for sure. That mountain is always full of snow no matter whenever I steal a glance at it. I wonder if I could go there. You know, those “off the beaten track” and “the road less traveled” kind of fantasy. Anyway with my amount of stamina you would never expect me to actually do that. To top it all, I have a fear of heights. To be honest that area is uninhabited and I don’t think there are any roads there. Above it, a cloud floats. There are usually very less clouds here. When you see more, prepare for a rainstorm. The trees block my full view but that’s ok. Trees are cool. The buildings that block my view irritate me to no end. And someone is playing loud music to top off all the hullabaloo. Finally, a gust of wind blows. But the honking cars disrupt that peace.

Towards the front, I mean afar, there are three mountains. Two full of greenery. Also scattered are some houses. Beyond those is a third mountain, where there are only a few remnants of snow. The rest is gone and the rocky surface can be seen. The light from the sun, which is almost about to go, illuminates the top of the mountains at an indecipherable angle. I shift my chair in the middle of the balcony as the sunlight isn’t falling here anymore. As I start turning to the right, I can see faint traces of a forest in the valley. The mountain (green) from before continuous over to the far, far right, even I cannot see where it ends. At the right end of that mountain, several houses are lined up. There are three more mountains behind, which look like four; as the shadow of the first mountain falls on the second one behind it. The first one is a green mountain, the two behind are snowy ones. The second mountain has a negligible amount of snow. The last one behind has snow left, which again is melting. But in the morning, I can see these mountains when I open my eyes; they’re completely fairy white. Behind these three mountains and the big green one, (the one that stretches from the opposite side to the extreme right) the sun starts to descend slowly. Its pride has dimmed and it’s almost about to go. I could write about the full time lapse of the sunset but it’ll honestly mean me sitting here for the next 3-4 hours. I would, if this were Shimla, but I can’t bear the noise and pedestrians here. Also, as I said, it takes a really long time here for it to get actually turn dark. Stuff is clearly visible even at 8 p.m.

Tomorrow we are travelling all day. Manali to Chandigarh (by road) and Chandigarh to Delhi (by train). Damn. Need to wake up around 4-4:30 a.m. Actually, I do love road trips. I get to see new things on the way, hence I prefer road travel in the daylight. Now, after watching some vlogs on YouTube and having snacks, then dinner and desert, it’ll soon be time to sleep. It will be a long day tomorrow. This is the last phase of this long trip. Honestly I do feel a little homesick.


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Excerpts From My Diary : Day 9 – Day 11

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 7

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 7

Day 7

19th May ’18


5:30 A.M

My dad woke me up, “Look outside, there is snow!” Without any delay I sprung up from the bed and when I looked outside – the mountains far away – were covered with snow. The hotel manager did tell us yesterday that the mountains are snow capped in the morning. The snow towards the eastern mountain was already melting due to the rising sun but the other side was completely full of snow. We went downstairs for tea and took a walk. When we went ahead, we saw an entire mountain covered with snow. I was spellbound. After piping hot tea, we came back. Also, it is so cold, there is smoke coming out of our mouth. In sometime, we’ll leave for sightseeing.

The Snow Capped Mountains Far Behind


After 10 a.m., we left for sightseeing. There was a lot of traffic which led to a lot of time being whiled away. But the air had a chill to it. Playing songs on the speaker of the tempo traveller, we moved on. The view from the window consisted of several mountains. Nature has her own palette. The mountains upfront were a lighter shade of green then got dark and darker consecutively. Finally, there was only a black shadow with white clouds completing the gradient. There is a mystery behind those snow capped mountains.

First we visited the Vashishth Temple. We visited the several temples of the complex. But boy, we had to climb uphill to see the temple. I am so done with all the mountain climbing. There were several markets on the way and the air was filled with the sweet music of an instrument which I couldn’t discern.

We again came across traffic towards the Hadimba Devi Temple. The Hadimba Devi Temple has a big complex with lots of markets and games for children put up. The temple was built in 1553. The deity was the wife of Bhima of the Pandavas and had a son named Ghatotkacha. (Wikipedia)

The Hadimba Devi Temple


Finally, we went to the Mall Road which had several stuff. It started raining but we continued on to the Tibetan Monastery in the complex. The monastery was very calming. There were many prayer wheels with mantras written on it. I spun all the wheels. It was known that ‘each revolution is as meritorious as reading the inscription aloud as many times it is written on the scroll; it means that the more ‘Om Mani Padme Hum’ mantras are inside a prayer wheel, the more powerful it is.’ (Wikipedia) I think there were 108 wheels in the monastery I went to. There was a big statue of Buddha. It was a beautiful monastery with intricate carvings. There was also a meditation room on the first floor. After that we explored the market. I love markets! Even though I hardly buy stuff because it’s too costly to be fair, I love the colours and glitter. I love the vibes of the market. People selling wares, customers buying and all.

The Prayer Wheels at the Tibetan Monastery


It was raining when we went back to the hotel. I ate momos, which my dad told are called as ‘Gyoza’ in Japanese. They was so tasty, especially the accompanying chutney. After talking and snacking for some time, we had dinner and then slept.


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Excerpts From My Diary : Day 8

Excerpts From My Diary: Day 6

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 6

Day 6

18th May’ 18


(via Kullu)

7:57 a.m.

The sky is a beautiful blue today with several clouds accentuating the view. The sun has risen and illuminates the perfect shade of every tree. The clouds are scattered like white cotton candy. When sunlight filters through them, they shine like marble. We’ll soon be leaving after breakfast.

10:00 a.m.

Leaving for Manali. It is a very long road journey. It is drizzling. Hope the weather is good otherwise we won’t be able to enjoy. Distance from Shimla to Manali is approximately 268 km. It is a long 13 to 14 hours journey with some sightseeing spots in between.

Polychromatic Pandemonium

(Towards Manali)


A palette of fluffy white swirling with blue

A fiery bloom on magnanimous green askew


A faded purple petal peeks in laze

Through unkempt, unfiltered mantis vague


Warm coloured flowers huddle close,

And a hue of bold orange obscures the natural repose


A rapport of white temples and pop shades of concrete

Unbloomed yellow buds live in unknown discreet


Dried and rusty golden brown leaves kowtow,

Pink, red and green flags guide cars with an unstable bow


Grey gravel cascades

Sea green cacti protrudes the sand unfazed


Withered brown branches regret solitude

Black tyres interspersed with sand interlude


A lake curves and deviates

And silver poles; asymmetry, seem to deprecate.


Muddy mountain charges like a bull ballistic,

Yellow and green moss floats languid and static.


Stalactites and stalagmites grey

Traverse the black tunnel astray


A white caravan composed of vapour

Elopes to the sanctuary of tree pilgrims; which towards the sky taper


Crescent silver moon watches over silhouettes abound,

And green river follows; an onomatopoeic sound.


A beautiful chaos of colour coronates nature,

A pandemonium of hues and shades; an indecipherable nomenclature.


7:29 p.m.

We almost reach Kullu. On the way, we got down at a few places. We saw the Pandoh Dam on our way. We got down at a point where we could take picturesque pictures of the Beas River. Beas river flows right from the Rohtang Pass which is actually more farther than Manali. Rohtang Pass is 13,000 km high. The Beas river follows us everywhere. There were big rocks and white sand on the banks of the river. Later we went on a very narrow wooden bridge. The view was beautiful. We paid our respects at a temple and later proceeded to Manali.

River Beas

Towards Manali

It’s evening and it’s amazing. There are many houses and they glitter in the twilight. The Beas river flows downwards but occasionally, when an opposite stream occurs, it causes a mini typhoon in the river. The houses are on both sides of the river bank. When houses hide behind the trees, the lights over them twinkle. The moon is crescent, surrounded with stars. Sometimes, a bridge arches over the river. It’s a dreamy scene. The air is so cold that I have to shut the window. It’s like something right out of the movies. Several mountains overlap each other. And even as a person who loves playing with words, the beauty is impossible to describe.

We went out for a walk after dinner. There was a chill in the air. It was almost 9°C while going to bed. With anticipation of seeing snow the next morning, we slept.


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