Back To Snowcapped Mountains

Our train journey ended at Ambala as we wanted to see our friend Sonu and also pick up Noor from Punjab. Or had already gotten out at Delhi to pick up his friend coming from Israel. Sonu wanted to take us to his farm house at Morni hills. We left early morning with a plan to return by evening. Morni was a gateway to many locals and other tourists who would like to relish in the beautiful nature forgetting their mundane daily routine. There were winding roads cutting through the dense forest and a pristine lake at the foothill. Sonu had built his farmhouse on the edge of the hill giving a panoramic view of the place from its living room having glass walls. After spending the afternoon there, we headed back to Ambala to spend the night and a plan to leave the next day early morning for Himachal. The day was tiring due to back to back travels but the thought of being in the mountains was refreshing.

We rented a car and started our 8 hours long journey with the ladies. I was enjoying the car journey looking out of the window, feeling the cool breeze on my face and running through my curly hair as we were approaching the mountains through the winding roads. The soothing sun rays from the early morning were then turned into skin-piercing harsh lasers as the Sun was looking straight down on us. The cool weather was good enough to negate its burning effects. We reached Salli by early evening with our king size luggage. I had already called our neighbours to help us in carrying our luggage till home. I was happy to witness the beauty of Salli again. Soon after cleaning the house closed for 5 months, we were back sitting on the porch enjoying masala chai. My presence in Salli was more purposeful at that time as I had a job to manage an IT project.

Our initial plan to set up an office in Salli was not turning up well. We needed a strong broadband connection for our work and Salli had no such facilities. So we thought to relocate to Dharamkot, a place near McLeod Ganj. Madhu's father's guesthouse was in that area and our preferred choice was to work from there to check the internet connectivity. By the time we had set up the office, Or also had reached Dharamkot with his friend. Soon me and Or started working 9 to 5 sitting on the balcony under the mercy of sun rays in that super cold climate. My laptop had heating issues and that would normally bug me out. But in that coldness, my overheated laptop was serving like a warmer for my fingers. I would keep my fingers in front of the fans which would blow hot air. The body would crave for every little warmth it would get from any source.

Purposeful Life Had Ignited Enough Fire In Me To Keep Myself Warm.