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Chronicles of Himachal, Ch-4

Mountains are calling...
At 6 we reached Parvati valley. Surrounded by mountains from all the 4 sides, listening to the sound of river water, gently flowing over the burnished stones, made us forget all our weariness of the 22 hour long journey.
We had no plans now. We had no place to take refuge for the night or a safe place to keep our heavy luggage. Our first task was to look for one. Wayfaring through the market we saw many things that we wanted to buy but we knew, we must not loose our focus. It was hard to overlook the dazzling market before us.
Finally we decided to live in a camp by the river which had a picturesque scene of the mountains.


We explored our camp site and relaxed for a bit. Now we were ready to go again, this time to hunt for food. Parvati valley is best known for its Israeli cuisine. We went to a restaurant with a good view and some hearty music. I drank some hot chocolate that day. I fail to remember the taste, but I remember the feeling. In the cold night, when the darkness took toll, I took a sip of the hot yet sweet juice which passed through my throat, radiating its warmth into my body.


Our next stop was the market. We went to each and every shop to scrutinize all the bling our eyes caught hold of. On our way back to our camp we had a lot more stuff to add on in our luggage.
I looked at the sky above and was amazed at what I looked. Thousands of stars, twinkled brightly. It was a work of art. It was like a black silk with diamonds stitched to it. We stopped for a minute to absorb that moment.
Just as we thought that things are going back to normal, we heard a thump and then a loud cry. We all turned around and found Tanya on the ground after she collided with me. It was dark and there was no light. We managed to get back to our camps and aided her wound with cotton and antiseptics. Her knees were bleeding and her pain was excruciating. After a few minutes of agony,  she was finally feeling better.
Next, we planned to go outside for a bonfire. It was everything that we ever dreamt of. The cold breeze, the warm fire, the laughter, the music and the momos. We knew now that things won't be simple. After Tanya's injury we might have to cancel our plan for trek. Keeping this possibility in mind we made our blueprint for the next day. As we were talking Tanya suddenly stopped in the middle of her sentence. We all turned to her only to find her pale face. "We better go inside this moment." She said. "I think I saw someone or....Something by the river.". Our belief in the super natural compelled us to leave the dying bonfire flame. It was 2 in the night so the decision was in the best of our interests. Tomorrow would be another challenging day, and a good night sleep will prove to be fruitful. I slipped into the blanket and into my dreams or probably out of the dream in which I was living...

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