Leh gives an opportunity to fine-tune
your gears. No big thing, it is the choicest destination of so many bikers
across the globe. Foreigners have preferred it as the best place for trekking.
Being in Leh, missing trekking means you have missed the real flavour of Ladakh.
In my subconscious mind, I had always this lust creeping in for experiencing
the nuance of trekking. As I said earlier, if a person actually wants something
to happen even the Mother Nature sets in place the route for the same ” Chahat
aisi ki ho is dil ne, ki muqaddar bhi sir juka ke khada ho jaye”. In
this part of Leh journey i take you to the trekking track of TAR.
I was sitting in my cabin when I
received a customer who was working with a local newspaper agency. He came with
request for agricultural advance. As a prerogative to any finance, bankers have
to do a necessary background check. One year in Leh and I was used to the names,
locations and bit of geography s well. But when the customer uttered the name I
could not comprehend it-the place named Tar. A little more about it and I could
see my dream coming true. I told my staff member Jigmet to plan this journey
and I already had the blueprint in front of me. Since Wednesday was a non
public working day for our branch, we scheduled the trekking on this day. We
started at 9 in the morning and by 9:30 we were on way to start the trek. A
trek of almost 10 kilometers with no motor-able roads. We packed certain food
items and water for the journey as the route was devoid of any food items,
shops or any eateries. As we started the treacherous journey, i was thinking
how often our desires are accepted by the God. Walking for some couple of
miles, i was sure that it was gonna be a
memorable trek to be and when an experienced trekker is with you it becomes
quite an easy task. During certain times, Jigmet heaved praised on me that i
was not an outsider but somebody who is so used to trekking for long. While we
were walking through, i could find some houses who offered us help but we
declined. Jigmet was giving me details of the topography and i could easily
relate to our Kashmiri civilisation. The houses, the lifestyle in the area was
so enticing that any person would lust for. I was feeling nostalgic about my
own village. During our journey, i found a vaginal fall which was formed by the
meeting of two hills and water flowing though it... mesmerising it was indeed. We
reached the house at around 2 pm and i was feeling mission accomplished. The
family welcomed us and offered tea and biscuits... so sumptuous that i forgot
all my tiredness. We spent almost an hour there. And thinking we might get late
we walked back. The whole terrain was so beautiful that i wished to sacrifice the
entire lifetime for it. On the way back,i was thinking how hard the life was
for the natives there yet how they were still enjoying the freshness of it...
away from the stupid rate race we all were involved in. I tasted the success of
this miraculous trekking with so ease that i forgot it was already 6 in the
evening by which we landed back in Khaltsi... a journey that shall be etched in
my memory for lifetime.
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