25/08/2019
There comes a time when one must purge - the trappings of the post-mundane such-ness of life and the auto-craving movement from one stimuli to another.
And purge I did, one rainless August, with a trek to MARKHA VALLEY, Ladakh.
It was a pilgrimage for a wandering soul like me as we trekked 110 km in 7 days, re-acquainting myself with the ancient and organic flow of things.
Like a willful beast on whose back we climbed, the journey raised us to sights of blooming mustard fields, lonely hamlets with mint and coriander gardens; brutal and yet beautiful landscapes; monasteries perched on treacherous cliffs; nomadic shepherds and meandering animals under a sky which felt like a moving masterpiece of light chasing shadows.
Some days we camped under the glorious night skies, on others we were woken by the sound of the gurgling streams. Then there were days that I felt like my new boots that grown some teeth and oxygen levels were playing checkers with me.
But mostly, everyday was like getting up to the most magnificent stimuli right in front of our eyes.
The closest we got to the skies was when we reached the prayers stones of Kongmaru La Pass @ 17,303 ft. From there on, as the prayers made their journey to the heavens, we descended back to a life that one day would need to be purged all over again- back to the grind, a beast of a different kind.