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Babar’s ears flapping in the wind as he sticks his neck out the car’s window
I, telling Sandeep that I am closing my eyes as we descend down a steep road without a divider
I, breaking two teacups
The sun, huge and bright and near as we drive in between and under a canopy of trees in a forest reserve
The red, red soil everywhere around us, and inside the car on Babar’s paw
And then the sight of water finally
The flickering lights on the diyas neatly arranged on the pathway in the front yard of our hotel
The bright fragmented reflection of the sun on the gentle waves
And Babar running towards Sandeep on the shallow part of the sea
A mother absentmindedly walking towards the shore until the water touches her feet
Her toddler stumbling behind her
I, enjoying my spinach and mushroom omelet, a large bowl of fruit and cappuccino
on the beach
The sound of laughter, faint, distant, dream like
A dead starfish by my feet
Duvet covers stained with red soil
Hippies in a holistic restaurant
Hippies on a scooter
A snake on the road towards Palolem beach
A middle age woman in a pink satin Sunday dress gripping a bible on her chest
An old church I will not enter
Are the only memories I have of our trip to Agonda beach in Goa two years ago.
The beauty of Jispa Valley was a welcome sight after a harrowing day that started at Manali and escalated at Rothang Pass. As I swung my legs off the bike, I wondered how we managed to reach this place in one piece. The route we took before we descended to the valley were interspersed with breathtaking sceneries and horrific road conditions where my death flashed before my eyes a thousand ways; hurled to the bottom of the cliff, crushed under a truck, dragged by a raging stream and all other horrors my mind could conjure.
My nerves were soothed momentarily as I gaped at the splendour before me though when I closed my eyes to sleep all the horrors of the day came back to me scrambling on top of each other giving me a panic attack. My heart raced, and I felt the onset of altitude sickness, good that we packed all the recommended medicine. Sandeep gave me a pill, and I went into a dreamless slumber.
I woke up to a beautiful morning in the valley, feeling refreshed and optimistic. The worst must be over. Or so I hoped.
After tea and breakfast, Sandeep, Nadeem and I walked towards the stream at the foot of the majestic mountains barricading the vale. There it dawned on me how incredibly beautiful this world is, how exquisite these hidden gems were.
Nadeen then told us it was time for our acclimatisation exercise, an activity essential to our survival once we drive higher later on towards Leh. So we scaled one of the pretty hills in the valley. I lagged behind as usual. Sandeep tried to motivate me as much as he could, but I often get distracted with the breathtaking view below us.
It was a pity that we could not stay longer in Jispa; this beauty was just one of the pitstops to our final destination, so before the morning was over we continued our journey towards our next stopping place, Pang La. But I was glad that we also stopped for a while in a pretty village in Darcha though it was just 7 kilometres away from Jispa.
I enjoyed the hot lemon tea in the dhaba where we took a break. It was a nice change from the usual Indian tea with milk. The locals, I noticed, seemed to look more like myself than my Indian companions.
As we leave Jispa Valley behind, the feeling of terror mixed with amazement I felt on the way there was multiplied a thousand times on our way to Pang La. Still unaware of the perils that lay before us, I felt ecstatic as I ride behind Sandeep, enjoying the crisp cold wind on my face, and the sight before me which was indescribable in its awesomeness and magnificence.