My mind was absolutely still, and my thoughts had disappeared in some oblivious space. I remember talking to myself in those brief moments of almost giving up - I told myself “watch this step, and only this step...because it doesn’t matter how far we go, what really counts is how long we can go on for” as I struggled to breathe at roughly 13,500 ft, with 500 ft more to climb before I reached the Summit point.
This season, the winters lasted longer than usual, and the post-winter snow still not melted. We couldn’t cross the Hampta Pass, a route connecting Hampta Valley to Lahaul Valley. As there were only few human beings in the huge blanket of snow spread across the ridges, with a dog named “Tinku” dancing in the valley, running across these ridges in mania and joy. I was jealous of him. We all were. It took him 10 seconds to do what we would crawl through in an hour or more.
Snow reflected the UV rays so strongly that it was dangerous to see it through your naked eyes. My face was the only thing that was exposed to the magical sun, and while I got a sun-burnt face, I found my heart revived with light. I can look inside and find that light shining in the silence even now. Ain’t that too good to be real? Well, it was hard-earned, like every beautiful moment is.
Hampta Pass | 21-25 June 2019.
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