The morning glow of sunshine had, in the meanwhile, flourished all over to let us dream of its devious face waiting to tear off mask of gentility—the summer day was about to step in. We were already floated in to soar up in the sky—in reality and in dream too—for to meander in the alleyways of painted nature.

The noon was horrid in Uttarkashi. We waited till the evening descends with darkness buried under her cloak. We carried a major share of packed items from Kolkata, but the regular items were to be procured. When we had almost completed our packing, the cell phone cried in its monotonous vibrating noise. It was Umed (the guide of our Nandikund trek) on the other side. He along with senior Umed (the other member of our team) had already reached Chamba from Ransi village and would be reaching Uttarkashi by the noon next day. We were happy to hear of them. It was time to sleep, wide and long, after fifty hours of gallop.

The morning was clear and shining. We set off for Gangotri as soon as Umed-duo had joined us. Kishen Singh of Uttarkashi also joined us. We actually planned to reach there a day after and had a booking in Birla guest house, but for all nice gesture of 9-up Doon, we had advanced more proudly than the Allied force on German-occupied French capital of Paris. We didn’t know before that the next day was Ganga Dashera. The small village of sacred shrine was stacked up in swelling pilgrims. We could manage a six-bedded room for 1200 bucks. It was already dusk when we could settle down in comfort.

I was a bit anxious about my counterpart’s injuries. She met with a car accident in December last year. We had other plans, but had to opt for a popular trek considering damages done to her left foot. Kedartal was not an easy choice on grade, but had advantages on its shorter length and frequency of flow of trekkers.  She prepared herself so passionately—taking up short treks in between to test strength and strain. It was all for piety inherent to the self—an unwavering candle of religiosity—she had always had blessings of the world around and above. Still I was worried as love had no ease in breathing out concern.

The next day, we teamed up by six in the morning to begin the dream journey. A few turns of steep climb tossed us up in moments to a lofty height. The trail was through deep forest on the western bank of Kedarganga. The gushing stream was slowly transformed into a silver ribbon sweetly fastened on a green package of surprises. The pathway ran narrow and narrower as it proceeded. Although the ascent was through out steep with average gradient of 60 to 70 degrees, and we knew it would be tougher to negotiate loose soil when descending, but the abundance of beauty if offered was more than what so forthcoming of nature in the wilderness. In the midway, we paused for a short break to prepare our breakfast. We saw another team of three—all of Delhi—assisted by two porters approaching. We chatted for a while before they moved on. It was already nine by the time we finished our recess. Soon we could glimpse partly hidden face of mighty Thalaysagar. It was of enough inspiration to run and haste, but we had enough time, in hand, for to reach the day’s destination, Bhujkharak. 

After a couple of hours’ gentle walk, we finally arrived those two stretches of difficult tracks—one of scaling a near-flat wall of around 15 mts of length and another, not so long, sliding zone. We were sure that Bhujkharak had almost been reached and soon the day’s trek ended. It was noon—warm and soothing—with perfectly blue sky hanging down a few bundles of white clouds, here and there. The tents were set up. The Delhi trekkers had already settled down beside sizzling pot of coffee. It was long togetherness amongst unknowns.

The twilight rays sprayed its great streaks of colours upon the vast canvass of sky when we all packed up and was ready for another day’s trek. The fellow trekkers had planned to reach Kedartal. We would be trekking just up to Kedarkharak. It would be comfortably shorter. The gradient was also not so inconvenient. Only annoying part was a long stretch of sliding zone with frequent rock-falling risk. That track was nearly half a mile long with insignificant spaces in between to judge and run while crossing. The weather was absolutely bright and pleasurable—a bit warmer in comparison to our expectations. By the time we had reached the tricky chapter of the day’s trek, we found ourselves in all amazement and joy for having perfectly tranquil face of the sliding zone. No evidence of disturbance by wind or animals could be observed. The scene was only horrifying with steep incline of loose soil with hanging giant rocks all above and a straight wall-like descent of nearly 200 mts would carry fluently to plunge into the roaring beauty, Kedarganga. But, for its unusual calmness, the entire patch of sliding zone was nicely covered by the team without much anxiety.

( The reverse trek experience was exactly opposite. We were scared to see giant rocks of tons rolling down wildly through long patches of sliding zone. They took everything on its way down to river and beyond leaving only gray smoke of soil floating unknowingly towards infinity. We had to wait and watch for an hour to cross, phase by phase, batch by batch, with all anxieties. It took us more than an hour to cross it while we took just a quarter of it while going up ).

The river had now fallen bare with numerous streams flowing down through diverse vales and channels to mingle into oneness. It was so full of passion for them to act and for us to admire. We slowly treaded onto Kedarkharak.

It was a vast field—as flat and wide as possible in nearly 4km height. We chanced upon a flock of blue sheep; they ran, and played and fought before it was almost evening. The colours of another dusk was unfurling its soft shades, one after another, to paint benign faces of great range of peak Manda, Bhrigupanth, Thalaysagar and Jogins. As soon the days had wiped all its colours, the blue drew her veil adorn with tiny winking stars and silvery radiance of solitary moon of the twelfth night. It was an unforgettable moment of our life when our dreams fell to outshine events of reality.

Lopa whispered, “Do you believe they are real?”

I paused for a moment and uttered, “Unsure, I am. Perhaps, they are unseen characters of another stage of illusions. The real is more elusive than its virtual presence. Who knows where the wand HE keeps and when it swings in pleasure to transform the whole treasure of creation into unmatchable beauty!”

No more words were spoken. It was another delicate night when dreams evenly played with all its emotions and pleasure.

The next morning was as striking as the night before. The azure steppe of vast sky was perfect hung above with shaft of morning rays stretched so widely.

It was time for another short but strenuous trek to commence. Before we had smacked our lips to wipe last sweet taste of black coffee, the gentle tunes of our footsteps were already heard. Within a few minutes the team had to cross a wild stream—we were sure that it would be tougher to cross it during daytime. It was followed by a long narrow ridge walk through moraine zone. We could see the main source of Kedarganga flowing long down while another stream from Jogins accompanied us till it was time for us to attempt a steep ascent along boulder zone of nearly 50 mts height. Although the trek was completely running through glacial zone with crevasses staring agape everywhere, yet we found it comfortable as it was well contoured and abundantly painted with beauty all around. All the way of uphill walk and cautious negotiating of moraine texture, we looked up to get blessed by showering smiles of all majestic peaks. It was almost noon when we stood in front of a sharp blade of loose boulders.

It was around 50 mts of height with no curvilinear pathway. Only ease was to see its short height unlike what once would face in the last lap of Tapovan trek.

Slowly we all climbed atop to find a long last leg of trail finely crafted through a vast ocean of crevasses wide open with green snaring souls of glacial pools to swallow. We ended in a point where another steep descent on the other side was waiting for us.

But, our minds murmured in amazement, “What a translucent bead of emerald!”

It was spectacular presence of Kedartal—wide and long lake surrounded by a narrow strip of glacial moraine all around followed by lofty rise of the finest series of majestic Himalayan mountains. It had longer mouth towards its northern corner. Garlanded by white snowy beautiful Thalaysagar, Bhrigupanth, Jogin, Hanuman Tekri and Manda, it was smoothly asleep on that midsummer noon. A northern cold wave was streaming in through the passageway of crevasse zone. It was bitter cold wave and I checked the temperature already sub-zero during daytime. On its bank had only limited space for setting up of tents.

One should not settle too close to the lake as water level would rise in late night. We set it all just a few meters away on its northern mouth. It was full of beauty and pleasure that we would dream of heaven’s treasure. After lunch, we moved on to explore towards base of Thalaysagar and ABC of Jogin. It was pleasant walk through glacial moraine of raised platform along north-east face of Kedartal. It was full of delight and divinity so superbly showered all around.

We had settled down back to our tents when with strokes of invisible brush sacred faces of the Himalayan beauty had painted themselves in countless variety of twilight colours. Gentle reflections of silvery images fell immaculately upon the rippled mirror of Kedartal. The images danced upon those small waves of joy. Closer to the bank the water had already begun to freeze. The moon elegantly showed her face over the colossal wall of Bhrigupanth. The bliss of solitude impregnated the souls of a few wanderers still sitting by the poolside. 

The crest of royal Thalaysagar was enjoying its last tryst with the fading rays of the satiated soul of the sun. We sat motionless, speechless as if hypnotized beneath a vast world of fantasy. When the silence was broken, it was long into the night. The lake shone in dazzling silvery moonshine and the atmosphere offered us another different night for our life to keep in treasure for ever. Before we enter into tents, I checked again the temperature. It was minus eight. It was another elegant night where dreams, imaginations, expressions and truth had its subtle integration for to offer faith in further pursuit of life.

We were awake before it was time to shine. Together we remained seated within, holding hands, with none saying. The first sound of another day came of sweet tweets of a pair of wild Moyna.

I unzipped the tent-door facing Kedartal. An emerald, still shining half in darkness, was laid before us. Holding within its serene self was a flawless impression of sacredness—an image of Thalaysagar. Together we looked up and it was glowing at the top with a tender touch of morning rays.

She again asked me, “Do you believe it is real, or even its image upon this mirroring pool?”

I paused for a while and uttered, “Sure, I am. They are all real to us—in our dreams, in our consciousness, in our expectations, in our fallibility, in our appreciation and in our pursuit of life. They are real for to nourish the seeds of faith—in our failings, successes, knowledge, ignorance, and in our being in this fascinating journey of life. Sure, I am. They are real for to sow seeds of faith in our consciousness, for to nourish tender saplings of dreams and for to offer peace of mind in finality.”

No more words were uttered till the dawn had its graceful descent to paint us with all shines from above and within.

The interested readers may turn pages of my partner’s photo album to enjoy rest of the images at

http://flickr.com/photos/lopamudrabarman/

Our trek plans for this year have traversed a curious path through days and nights of events. We thought of Satopanth Tal trek in May-June, but could not get leave. I got leave only in end June, thus opted for a family trip to North Himachal. Again, we started considering Satopanth in September. But, our friend, David (a renowned  climber, Dilip Naskar) opined that water would be a serious problem in that route during monsoon end. So we switched over to Kedartal plan. The tickets were booked with options open. It went on well until early August when we started thinking about Nandikund again. It has been a rarely visited trail from trekkers’ counts. We searched for further information and snaps on net, and sadly found only one travelogue and a single snap. The image was uploaded by our Orkut friend, Rajib Ghose. Rajib gave us lots of info about the route. We know several guides in Ransi village, the place where numerous treks to Mandani-Youngbook-Mahapanth-Kedar, Kachni-Sujal Sarovar-Panpatia, Bantoli-Bisarital, Kachni-Pandosera-Nandikund-Gia Vinayak-Kalpeswar/Rudranath, etc originate from. On getting encouragements from Rajib, we started working out with Nandikund plan again. People of Ransi know Rajib like their own Garhwali men. They described him as “the man with a big sack and a telecamera with feet of a mountain goat” and they love and respect him too much. Thus, by the end of August, we were all set for Nandikund.

Umed Singh Rana, an ever-smiling man in his mid-thirties, was introduced to me by Chinmoy Chakraborty. He is my service colleague, an old family friend, presently posted as the General Manager of West Bengal Tourism Development Corporation and has been pretty famous in travelling circle for his numerous travel-books and regular contributions to different Bengali travel magazines (his Orkut name is Charnik Chinmoy and has a fantastic blog). Umed also work for Government’s field information collector and he knows lots about medicinal plants and wildlife. We talked to Umed Rana about our entire plan. He knows the places with finest details. I told him to arrange porters according to his choice and I loved to always hear his only sentence : Aap chinta maat karo, Saab; hum 7 tarikh Ukhimath me aapka integar karenge. { Contact Number of Umed Singh Rana : +919411737835}  

Back to back trip always invites much pressure in office atmosphere for those who either own or don’t. So both for me and my wife and trek partner, Lopamudra, who is the boss of her own business, pre-trek weeks were flowed away in moments of strains touching the young’s modulus. Finally, we were relieved when we had safely reached with all long luggage minutes before the train whistled.

It had been a long 35 hours journey before we landed at Haridwar station at 7.45 am on 7^th September. Out of suffocating environment of long cooling hours, we breathed some fresh air and rushed to Jhala Bus stand straight to catch 10 am Ukhimath Bus. We had no time to meet friends; just booked the tickets, dumped our luggage in box and went to Bilkeswar Mahadev temple for pujas.

The bus started before time, but reached Ukhimath a bit late in the evening. We saw Umed’s smiling face. Journey had taken toll on us. A sense of moving continued to stir up within even when our fatigued bodies had comfortably settled in hotel beds.

Beforehand we checked 15 days’ weather forecast and it predicted bright sunny days for most of the time with chances of cloudy weather since 18^th. So, we were happy to see the morning welcoming us with a scenic blue sky with few white clouds gently floating in leisurely manner. Umed came with another boy, Dinesh Singh Rawat, who would be one of our porters. Dinesh, who looks younger than his professed 26 years of age, belonged to the family of priests of Rakeswari temple in Ransi. He is a fantastic boy with pre-graduation education works as an electrician in Ukhimath. His simpleton countenance immediately drives anyone to love him and his decent humour will make anyone to burst into wide laughter.With new companions we walked along the metalled road from Ukhimath market towards Bholewar Mahadev temple down near Ukhimath-Chopta-Badrinath road. After offering pujas, we sped to market again; bought our ration and finally boarded in 11 am bus to Uniana.

We reached Uniana at around 12.10 pm. It was a pretty hot noon, still we enjoyed walking with sacks and all for a shorter curvilinear path to Ransi. It was just 3 km, and we were sipping hot coffee at Umed’s place behind Rakeswari temple by 2 pm. We heard lots about Janki Bhatt (Iswari’s father) and Shibraj Singh Pawar, who were trusted commandants of legendary Umaprasad. Both were famous guides associated with so many renowned trekkers. It was our luck that Shibraj Singh popped in Umed’s house. We talked for hours together. He shared his long fifty years of experiences. He encouraged us but also cautioned to take care while crossing Dwari gad.

In the evening, another porter came to join us. Umed Singh Negi is a shepherd by profession and quite well-to-do with few hundred sheep under flock. With a stout figure even at 50, Umed Negi still spends 3-4 months in upper vales and meadows during May to August. Perhaps, he knows every rocks and streams in those areas. Together packed all essential items, chalked out final sketch to trek. We had ample time from 9^th to 19^th for Ransi to Ransi trek. We decided to keep it gentle on the first two days considering Lopa’s pace and would speed up in the following days. We tentatively planned to move to Madmaheswar(16 kms) on 9th, then to Kachin Dhar (9 kms) on 10^th, Dwari gad (6 kms) on 11^th, Pandosera (5 kms) on 12^th, to Nandikund and back to Pandosera ( 12 kms) on 13^th, Dwari Dhar or Pavan Dwar ( 6/7 kms) on 14^th, Kachni Dhar or Nanda Berari (5/7 kms) on 15^th, Madmaheswar (9/7 kms) on 16^th and visit Buda Madmaheswar and then back to Ransi (19 kms) on 17^th. Two additional days were kept to meet up emergency halts.

After morning pujas, we decided to move on with Dinesh while Umed Rana, our guide, and the other porter, Umed Singh Negi, would follow us with ration, utensils, tents etc. Construction of a new wide road to Goundar had extensively damaged the lower old narrow path with boulders and mud heaped all over it. We safely crossed those few miles. Weather was fine. Occasional cool breeze from Madmaheswar ganga were wiping drops of sweats on our foreheads. I always love this stretch for reasons unknown. Gently we reached Gaundar by 10 am. Up to this place, there had not been many ups and downs except while crossing the bridge near Bhima falls. After a while, our fellow men also reached to make our team a “Five men army”. We had some snacks and tea there. Without wasting further time, we decided move on. There would be steep climb all along from Bantoli to Madmaheswar (10 kms). Bantoli is a fantastic place that stands with an idyllic posture facing confluence of Markandey ganga and Madmaheswar ganga. Under the torrid sun, climbing along an average 60-65 degree gradient is always tough even when there is a distinct path. It was around 1.30 pm when we reached Nanu. We halted there for an hour to take our lunch.  And, finally reached Madmaheswar by 4.30 pm. The night was starry with the moon spreading wings of its crescent wider towards the Full Moon on the 14^th. We spent lovely hours outside till 11 pm before entering into deep sleep.

Madmaheswar to Kachni is around 8 kms. Locals frequently trekked up to Kachni to bring Brahmakamal, the sacred flower, for the Lord’s pujas. We would move a km ahead of the valley where Brahmakamal flourished abundantly. Its strong scent would intoxicate people and spending much time in the valley would make one even faint. We started early at 7 in the morning for the stretch being of pretty steep climb. For the first 4-5 kms, there was a distinct trail through jungle. Up and up, one could see Madmaheswar valley and Buda Madmaheswar top getting farther and farther. Once the tree-line ended, a rough terrain welcomed us with boulders and rocky walls. We could now see the Kachni Top, a wall like ridge with two dangerously positioned giant rocks accompanying. We met some locals on the way. They were enjoying photo-session amidst a fascinating natural garden of Poison flowers. Those alluring blue flowers have tremendous potentiality to end all lovelier smiles of living. Locals call them “Mitha Jahar” (Sweet poision)—maybe, someone tasted it sweet and died after telling its taste. We decided to have our lunch at Nanda Berari where water could be available in a pool. Post-lunch walk usually slowed up and when we reached Kachni top, it was already 3.30 pm. This place can be seen even from Uniana or Ransi. It was top of the ridge with both sides sloping steadily. From this place trekking routes bifurcate into one leading towards Kachni tal—Sujal Sarovar—Panpatia col and another towards Pandosera—Nandikund—Kalpeswar/Rudranath. We would follow the latter. The descent was difficult—firstly through long grassy meadow of around 70-75 degree slope and then through boulder zone. We safely crossed and finally set up our tents at Kachni Dhar at around 5.00 pm. The place was surprisingly calm with only occasional calls of snow pigeons. We found some peculiar rodents running and jumping around. People would call them “Bina muchka chuha” (moustache-less rodent); but, Umed informed us that   they were Pica, a species of rabbit, on which Lopa was too inquisitive about bears and leopards. While cooking was on, we chatted over those frightening experiences of shepherd Umed. We spent long hours in such an ethereal atmosphere while stars and the moons showered warm glow all over. Afar we gazed at Nandikund peak with its fine crest and a beautifully saddled glacial patch within. Despite severe cold, we went to sleep much later for not to lose a moment of that dreamy sequence.

The morning was as usually bright. It would take some time to dry up tents soaked in overnight dews that had transformed into small droplets of frost. Umed, our guide, cautioned that the day’s trek would be all through boulder zones with crossing of three rivers, the last being quite tough. The distance would not be much, but would definitely invite challenging five ridges in between. So we decided to start with porters and guide following. Entire stretch was full of steep descents and ascents through boulder zones. Loose grabbles before and after small and wide streams were taking out confidence. Before we could tread a couple of miles, our friends caught us up. It was absolutely necessary too for Lopa had to aided with. We decided not to hold time for breakfast, instead we took some snacks and moved on. Finally, at around noon, we reached Pavan Dwar. It was top of a ridge with spine-chilling view of its eastern slope that met in gushing Dwari gad. Dwari gad is also known as Madgally Nala, coming straight from Panpatia glacier. We paused for a few minutes. I thought that wasting further time would let fear creep into mind to shatter confidence that needed to cross this part. So, I asked Umed to set for. Umed was in front strongly holding Lopa’s hand. We followed him with all caution. There was not a clear trail. I could only see a wide patch of loose grabbles sporadically adorn with large boulders and the slant varying from 65 to 80 degrees. After an hour of tough trek, we landed in a seemingly flat space of around 20X20 mts by a small brook. Umed showed us two paths—one straight 80 degree slipper down to the river and another around 200 mts of walling along a 3-4 inches track and then a descent of around 300 mts. Both the porters and guide advised for taking the latter one for descent and the former one for ascent when we would be returning. I accepted it as it was evident that there would be chance of rolling on even for regular trekkers in that slipper. I advised Lopa to be cautious about steps along that 3-4 inches track; softly said, “Hold Umed’s hand with your right, use the left to hold grassroots or rocky edges and never shuffle steps until you reach wider area”. One fantastic thing that Lopa possesses is she never does anything beyond what is told. Another thing I always know that she has tremendous mental strength that compensates whatever physical deficiencies. We breathed long and started. It was a treacherous track along a straight rocky wall hanging 300 mts above the river and every step would be important. It took us more than half an hour to cross it. Now, it would be another challenge to get down along rocky patch of another 300 mts height. When we finally jumped down from a 10 ft boulder, we yelled in joy of making it. But, soon our laughter evaporated when we faced the next course of crossing Dwari gad. It was around 30-40 feet wide with knee-deep water. I tossed a small stick and it vanished with lightening speed. As if I was facing a dam whose gates had all set open to lease out flood water. Crossing of rivers in afternoon is always difficult. Still, I have never seen such a gusty river before. We had no ropes to fix. Umed Rana and Umed Negi surveyed it, crossed it twice and more to identify rocks with less slippery faces. Finally, we attempted, one by one, to cross it. It took us more than an hour to finally reach the other side. Again, a frightening climb; but, the track was a bit wider here with around 6-8 inches span and rocks had more grasses on it for holding them safe and firm. Reaching over the ridge on the other side, we felt intense hunger. It was almost 3 pm. We had some quickly cooked Khichri. Another km was still left. The weather seemed cloudy also. We sped up; climbing steadily to reach the spot where tents could be set up. Umed went to bring water from Dwari river again. Clouds had spread all over and mists surrounded the world. Umed returned and together we crowded in the cave facing our set tents. It would be our kitchen for the night. Sipping over a hot mug of coffee, I lit up a strong fag that instantly wiped out strains of the past and warmly welcomed the present. It started drizzling. Umed Negi had collected fire woods. Cooking and heating up were jumbled into oneness and we went on chatting, laughing and enjoying every moments of togetherness, in so distant a place—away from luminance of civilised societies—yet thriving with passion and warmth!

The morning was bright. We could see Pandosera valley straight from this top. We could also see what we had crossed the last day. The journey from Dwari to Pandosera would be much easier and shorter. We had kept it so for keeping body fit for next day’s long and strenuous trek to Nandikund and back. The tents were still wet. We decided to start a bit late. After breakfast at around 9 am, we began our day’s trek. The first 3 kms would be through boulder zones, but not much of steep ascent or descent. Pandosera valley started thereafter. It was a fascinatingly wide meadow with myriad flowers and medicinal herbs. Umed introduced us with names of every plant and flowers, their scientific names and how that particular area featured in record books for having natural soil still unaffected with global warming. He showed us some plants that could only exist where virginity of soil had remained intact. We slowly walked past the Pandav Khuli, which was a giant rock amidst the vast meadow and could be seen distinctly from Ransi. We found a decent cave near Kshetrapalji’s rock (the rock worshiped as Kshetrapal’s temple). We set up our tents there. As soon as we had reached, a troop of five stallions hurried ran towards us and gazed at us with wide innocent eyes. They were wild till May, and tamed and were left here by their master to gain weight. His time of arrival was due; and probably, those innocuous eyes wished to search for it. They stood around for long hours.

Pandosera has mythological connection with the Pandavas the great. People believe that they stayed here for long years, transformed it into a cultivable land, and dug canals, pools. It was fascinating to see well-cultivated field, a stone-made plough, clearly evident of human efforts in neatly dug canals and pools for cultivation and water storage purposes. Believing or not of those as work of the Pandavas was not important, but we could never believe that those were not man-made. The field had a fine breed of paddy and Indrajab (the sacred plant used in Jagna) were abundant. The eastern face of the valley had some giant shields of mountains. From its north-eastern corner, a small stream flew down from glacial pool that met with wider Nandikund ganga coming down from Nandikund side on the south-eastern ranges. On every Side mountains had steep rise straight from the meadow finely ornamented with numerous brooks and streams. Pandosera had also fame for wild Himalayan bear. The evening mist had, by that time, spread and a strong wind from the northern side brought down temperature quickly. We all jammed up inside the cave to have warmth of hot flame. Not much later than when we had finished our dinner, it started raining. I had slept for a couple of hours (my usual schedule in high altitude) and by midnight, I had woken up. I wished to sit outside and smoke, but it was still raining. Lying idly I was enjoying musical tunes of rain over the tent outer. Somehow, I sensed something was moving outside. Initially I thought that those horses would be it. But, on further hearing the sounds of footsteps, I was sure that it would be a bear. I thought of turning my powerful torch on, but relented on thinking that it might infuriate the wilder one. I kept on sensing its presence till Lopa gave me a nudge. She was too afraid to speak out. I could only hear her whispering words: A bear—I felt its hot breath—it touched our tent. I did not make any comment to further make her panicky. After a while, it faded. She slept quietly for the rest of the night holding my hand.

The morning remained cloudy. The rain had stopped, but long grass and meadow had still borne recent presence of it. We decided last night for starting the day’s trek as early as possible. As we would be returning back to Pandosera, we had no plan to wind up tents and all. We only secured ration into deeper zone within the cave to protect it from animals (they love salt too much) and started out to inspect what really had been there last night. Yes, it was a bear!

We packed up day’s food and started at 6.30 am. The first mile was gentle walk with only a bit tough crossing of Nandikund river. When we landed at vast field designed with web of countless streams, Umed showed us above at sky a point where we should climb. It was a straight wall like slope with boulders and grass fields separated in equal width. The fields were full of Brahmakamal and Umed warned us not to waste time in those patches. The place had a history of nauseating and intoxication for so abundance of those sacred flowers. The climb was pretty tough and last night’s rain had further aggravated it. It took us more than three hours to negotiate that steep climb of around 1500 mts. At the top, we decided to take right bank of river. Dinesh had, in the meanwhile, developed some signs of dizziness. He was advised to rush faster to Nandikund. The trail from the Nandikund top to Nandikund lake was more or less even although only boulders were there. But, there only we first noticed Phenkamal (popularly known as Vishnukamal), another sacred flower and rarest kind too. Entire space was full of those sparkling bubbles of violet jellyfish like flowers. It was absolutely heavenly ! At one point, we had to cross the river; but it was so beautifully laden over with rocky slabs that one might feel that it had been nicely laid by some PWD workers. We could see now Nandikund peak just facing us and Gia Vinayak pass. Weather remained cloudy and we carefully jumped from one boulder to another. So close we had reached, yet we could not view the lake. It was surprisingly hidden until we did complete our last lap. Wow ! There was it—a turquoise half-circular lake deeply laid within cradle of all those mighty brown peaks! The lake was a full circle even a decade ago, but a glacial crash had taken half of it. It was so tranquil an environment! On one bank, there was a small rock-made temple of Devi Nanda. Some arms were kept there. People believe that those were some of those arms that great Pandavas had left there before final journey. The swords were so heavy that one would need both hands to even lift them. People say more are kept in some unknown caves around the place. Umed, our guide, took dip in freezing water. Lopa and he had not taken food also. We only splashed water on ourselves before pujas. We took hours there to enjoy its captivating beauty even under cloudy condition; walking along its bank, lying down in vast field of Phenkamal and Brahmakamal. We had our lunch there too. It was already 1.30 pm and we decided for return journey. We thought descending would be much easier; but it was not that easy. We took lesser time to climb down, but with much of pain on finger tips. Finally when we reached back to Pandosera, it was almost 6 in the evening. Entire world had evaporated before us and it truncated to a miniature space of holding five humans and five horses, alone and away in utter wilderness of neither the earth nor the heaven !

We were all happy to have finally completed our mission. We had overworked and needed rest soon. We took our dinner early with wishes for deeper slumber—fearing not bears or leopards anymore. But, the weather drastically improved within a few hours and we sat on—singing, clapping and enjoying a beautiful near full moon night. When we decided to sleep, it was already another day.

We woke up early too. We decided to cross Dwari and set our tents at Pavan Dwar. We had an early breakfast, quickly packed up and moved. Nearing Dwari top we saw some people coming from that side. Must be some trekkers! Yes, they were with guide Devendra, whom we had known for quite some time. The team was from Pauri—mainly hill people—attempting Kalpeswar via Nandikund. Devendra took some advice from Umed. By the time we had reached Dwari gud, it was not even noon. We decided to have our lunch first and then attempt that frightening climb. We spent not much time and made ourselves ready for the assault. We would be climbing along a different track. The crossing of river there was easier for two wooden logs were laid, side by side, and it was narrower too than the part we had crossed while coming. We crossed with balancing. But, facing the trail that Umed advised us avoid while descending, we felt it would not be either easier for climbing. I thought the trail we pursued earlier would have been easier for climbing too than it. However, it would mean another nasty climb, again coming down and crossing of river before final assault. The path was as steep as it could be. Entire stretch had loose slippery grabbles and one side of it had straight fall. A deep fog had suddenly enveloped the surrounding. It truly troubled us. We slowly started climbing, some time, slipping and holding. It took us more than an hour to finally reach the top of the ridge. We would walk for another mile or so to reach Pavan Dwar. Two more ridges were there to cross. Sunny day had again showed up. We moved and moved on. We were much relieved to have crossed the most troubled part of our journey. By 5 pm we were safely in Pavan Dwar. Stretching limbs upon straw-laden shepherd’s place, we shared cherished moments of experience. We had a fantastic team which only contributed towards so much of joy. With the nightfall, dazzling moonshine illuminated the world. Amazing peaks shining with gentle blue glow and deep dark sky draped in an exquisite veil of stars and planets had transformed entire atmosphere into a surreal one. We spent our night mostly outside the tents fighting a biting cold.

The morning welcomed us with absolutely bright sky. We moved to Nanda Berari according to set plans for that night. Water was a major problem there for the pool that we had used while going towards Dwari dried up. It took two hours to fetch it. It was fiercely cold in the night also. We decided to creep into tents soon.

It was a clear weather and the descent was easy and short. By the noon, we reached Madmaheswar. We spent gossiping over our trip with known people and Pujariji. Long trek had already made us a bit tired.

We set for Buda Madmaheswar early at 5.30 am on the next morning. We reached there before the sun had risen above majestic Chowkhamba. Azure sky, snow-white Mandani and Chowkhamba accompanied by Bhuj trees in front were all set a perfect stage for a grand sunrise. With not much of wind, water of all those three small lakes stood still and clear. Lopa went on clicking. Last time she missed a bright weather here. After long hours over there, we climbed down to Madmaheswar. It would be another long trek, so we had our breakfast and packed up for final descent. By the evening, we reached Ransi. Rakeswari Mela had started and we enjoyed being there. We brought lots of Brahmakamal and Phenkamal that we shared with everyone for pujas. We felt that we had come back home.

We woke up a bit late in the morning. The eyes of Dinesh were already filled with tears. He wished to come along with Umed to bid us adieu. Umed Negi also joined. We came out of Umed’s home; so many known and unknown faces gathered. We did not know how and when deep relationship had silently taken birth, grown and now it yearned to flourish through trusting eyes and simple wishes. We walked on, again the five men army, now towards a finality; to board Rudraprayag bound bus from Uniana.

I dedicate this travelogue to those three men who succeeded in making us a team. Success never turns towards reaching a destination, it only opens up newer windows of knowing innerself.

Time went by and pretty long years had already contributed me grey hairs and bleary eyes. It was my childhood friend and beloved wife who once dropped the idea of visiting her whom she had never met. It was quite a brief vacation for my younger kid who had been pursuing residential schooling in Darjeeling. The idea was perfect enough. And, the flicker eventually ignited my hidden desire aflame for the tryst. I remained muted while memories burnt through a flashback run. Yes, we did meet again. And, we kept on meeting again and again by only months separating. Unnoticed the bond grew stronger and stronger. Amidst tiring dins of daily chores, she remained a source of deliverance for us; forgiving and comforting ever.

Should I unveil her identity? Surely, Should I?

It’s beautiful Sikkim—the land of smiling people—the land of whispering prayer flags—the treasure of unscathed humane society—the land of unbound beauties of the nature. It is the land of mystic splendour!

It was a June end evening—quite off season—when we reached Gourikund. Reaching this place ever fills my heart with a strange feeling that I have reached where I really belong to. Why? I don’t know, but, I feel I have reached somewhere that I long wanted to be.

Next morning, our kids were thrilled to enjoy their first trekking experience! It was early at 5 in the morning, when darkness still prevailed, we did start.
It was quite chilly as there had been incessant raining for last a couple of days. We slogged along—none to distract—enjoying pleasure in everything around. It was a mild 14 kms trek that is usually interrupted by abundance of beauty laid wantonly by Nature. Fortunately enough, we were favoured with almost clear sky and visibility. As we neared our destination, weather slowly transformed to foggy and no sooner had we it reached Kedarnath, it started raining. The evening offered us a bit of snowfall—indicative of a much colder night proceeding. It was a full moon night and quite cold outside, but we could not resist our temptation to view Kedardome—with a little hope of clear sight—under moonlit sky. Nature was in her kindest mood! Oh! Entire range of silver mountains—freshly bathed in snow—showed up before our amazed eyes! So sacred they appeared, we were glued to for hours and time sped by as we remained simply speechless.

The morning was quite favourable for trek to Chorabari Tal and Bamak. Visibility was wide and clear and as we started quite early in the morning, crossing Madhuganga was also easier for the kids. On some patches, the road was a bit slippery, but finally when we reached Chorabari Tal (Gandhi Sarovar), our kids were far more enthusiastic to trek farther to Chorabari Bamak. Sunrays designed arrays of mountains with bounty of colours and we sat together on the bank of Tal—reflections of mountains kept on changing in colours and shapes on its green placid water. We moved on and our jovial guide-friend helped the little one in crossing glacial trail to Chorabari Bamak. We observed river Mandakini coming out of her snout. Entire scenario had changed with sun rising above. Clouds are cautious enough in hills, particularly during monsoon season, to rise up punctually as day proceeds. So, we decided to come down—clicking snaps endlessly.

We did not have any plan to trek down to Gourikund that day as we wanted our kids to visit Bhairab Mandir, Sankaracharya’s Saktisthal and enjoy peace in being with Kedarnath during evening Sringar.

We, again, were privileged to have a rainless trek down to Gourikund next morning and moved to Ukhimath after spending some time in Trijuginarayan. Trijugi is the place where Har and Parvati got married. It was unusually lonely—maybe, being in off season. But, we enjoyed such solitude—no haste anywhere! As everyone knows, Ukhimath is the winter abode of Kedarnath. The temple in Ukhimath always charmed us—me and my wife. We never felt that He was not there! So peaceful environment it was!

The morning brought us to a small village, Sari. The place where we knew many people—became friends by their innate simplicity within moments—whose names we remembered not. We had a plan to trek to Deoria Tal and spend night on the pool side. It was just a 4 kms moderate trek. When we reached the Lake, weather became quite cloudy. Only two more ladies—a team of an American and a British—also joined us for a few hours before leaving for Chopta. The Lake is a small one on the lap of a mountain ridge. It is surrounded by trees and plants, which qualifies its beauty manifold with Chowkhamba at its background. Our kids were seemingly disheartened for clouds preventing full view of the range, but serene beauty of Deoria simply mesmerized them and they ran around the Lake so many times that they finally got themselves landed up on chairs placed in front of our tent. The Forest guard, who usually stays in a single room office on the backside, was scheduled to go home and he was gone. After early poolside dinner, the shop/tent owner also bade adieu as it was already 8 in the evening. The night, with intermittent noises—some known, some ethereal—proceeded. We did not notice when it started raining so heavily, but, maybe, in the midnight, when candles were snuffed out in gusty wind, we felt it. We did neither notice when it stopped.

Morning still some time away to come, we rose up and ran outside to find a clear sky smiling with all divinity amidst woods and the solitary lake. It was just an ineffable scene when Chowkhambha glowed in first rays of rising sun! We kept on sitting by the poolside—birds chirping some unheard songs to some unfamiliar guests!

We would travel to Chopta—that was the plan. So, we walked down to Sari and spent some good time with some good hearts.

Chopta is one of our favourite valleys. But, this time weather was not that favourable. We decided to spend no much time there and started our trek to Tunganath.
This was a 4 kms moderate trek. Inclination varied between 50 to 60 degrees on some stretches as was in Deoria trek. Thus, kids did not face any trouble to enjoy every bit of its trail. Way to Tunganath opens up into a flat meadow type bugial some two kms above. We still count it one of the most endearing places that we ever want to revisit just to freshen up some old golden moments! On way back, one interesting event occurred, which I would surely like to share. Anyway, a couple of kms of trek brought us to Tunganath. Weather seemingly worsening, we decided to trek up to Chandrashila on that very day after visit to the temple. Chandrashila is near one and half km above Tunganath. People believe that Rama meditated and offered Pujas at Chandrashila. We were atop it by 3 in the afternoon. Visibility was quite low due heavy fogs. We had seen sunrise and sunset from this place before.

In Chandrashila, one can view nearly 360 degree ranges all around and in the morning it seems as if thousands of volts of lights are illuminated at a time! We were getting surer that weather would not favour much that time.
We started trekking down as it started drizzling. As the pathway mostly coincided with water channel, we could not speed up much for the kids to safely adjust themselves. Finally, we reached Tunganath, all drenched to inners. Weather marginally improved during sunset, but all for some half an hour. Our morning plan to trek again to Chandrashila did not succeed as raining did not stop till late morning. When it finally stopped, we set off to come down. It was foggy, but pleasant. We were together at the start. Now, I will tell about that event I hinted before.

While my wife accompanied the kids, I was delayed in one tea shop. Walking down up to the bugiyal, they kept on waiting for me to come down, but, unfortunately to save time I took a short cut route and reached Chopta only to find that they had not reached there. She anxiously waited for me above in the meadow as I was slightly indisposed of on previous night. I also kept on wondering why they were taking so much of time to trek down. Getting too concerned, sooner or later, she started a searching operation (literarily!) with the help of local villagers. Waiting for considerable time, I also began climbing up again. After an half an hour’s search, while my wife and those generous villagers returned to the inn where our kids had also anxiously waiting, I also reached to the meadow.

It simply unified us again with villagers pleased and  happy on the vast expanse of that meadow. We share some more time with those unnamed good Samaritans!
We end our journey only to renew our bondage to the society, humanity and our kids now getting more part during treks and travels.

We know not how Nature moulds us. We feel just she does so—silently, with care that of our own mother; or even more!

There’s a lonely road with hidden eyes looking everyone to pass by–our dear friends in army–who might not have even noticed their cheeks moistened while some little kids might be enjoying every bits of the travel with parents aside. Faces of every little ones, someway, might carry them to a dream sequence–a sojourn to his own village–known faces–loved and beloved!

These thoughts will carry you further to Old Baba Mandir–Memencho Lake–and, then Kupup Valley and Kupup Lake. Describing this route is to undermine it.

On the Jelep La route via Tsomgo–Kupup-Jelep La, one can cover it thro’ the circular way once permission is granted. But, the untrodden route to Aritar from that side is as virgin as the eyes of a day old baby!

Aritar is now getting some tourists–mostly from neighbouring places. While I liked the lake for its shape and serenity, I favoured more to have its bird’s eye view from the mound-top view point point. Its a nice place to spend overnight in colder night with full warmth of hospitality of local people.

Nachiketa Tal is only 30 kms away from Uttarkashi. Trek starts from Chaurangi Khal, a usual stop on the main road connecting Uttarkashi–Lombogaon–Gourikund. Just a four km leisurely trek through the solitary path will make you reach the Lake. Kissed by gentle rays of the morning sun peeping through the green veil of foliage, she blushed in alone and unnoticed. Alike gleaming mirth upon sweated face of a mountain lass, her countenance presents a perfect union of joy and innocence. Along the trail, sudden encounters with fascinating panoramic vista of the Himalayan ranges are only offerings that you carry along for her. 

The path laden with fallen leaves passionately awaits your warm presence; with every turns it presents a newer way of experiencing beauty, and silently it translates your hidden desires expressively intense. It lays upon lonely content with its natural beauty and virginity. It bares itself as pensive as a tragic heroin seemingly posing for the last shoot of her show. Her native exposure betrays her natural independence of commentaries and enthusiasm as you forget to understand what nicety is there while endowed with a deep feeling that it is just good to have a life in this beautiful world!

You can only hear aching sounds of twinging dry leaves trampled under your footsteps; some ignored murmurs of slender trees and unheard tunes of some unseen birds renewing in every moment of creation.

Someone who loves nature will certainly feel relieved that there are still some places, some vague patches remain where the earth finds its childhood cradle still swinging!