A magical morning that I dream of is waking up to beautiful scenery with sunlight falling on my face and the hands of a slight breeze waking me up. One can only imagine, but while travelling to Kasol, it was a dream come true, the only difference was I, sleeping on an inclined chair rather than on my bed. The amount of hurt that my neck was feeling had all vanished right after the bus had stopped 5 hours away from Kasol where our Coordinator recorded the beautiful sunrise. The excitement to reach Kasol was still on top of our heads to be able to witness upcoming soothing sceneries.
Without further delay, we jumped backed to continue the journey with the same excitement. Although, the hours of driving and several stops, the 15 strangers who, by now had become friends were exhausted yet trying to keep up with the enthusiasm. One of the cute members from our trip who was accompanied by his best friend was still finding it difficult to overcome the hangover from last night. Their adventure had started in the bus itself where the rest of us were trying to be careful not to be that fallible.
While everyone was trying to manage their morning face, the dimpled smile brother was pepping everyone with his lame and sometimes nice jokes. On the other hand, the two beautiful, smart girls were craving momos promised by the coordinator and the fresh Lichi’s they had found on the way.
In no time after breakfast, we were finally at the location. We had to carry our bags and luggage to the camp which wasn’t much far. However, the path that we crossed from the bus to the camp consisted of a bridge which had already given the thrill about the beauty of the trip.
Day 2 was all about chilling and making amazing mistakes. The mistakes that cannot be revealed and are to not be spoken about. It was one hell of an experience where we all were trying to be so caring and guiding each other while playing games, giggling, joking around, clicking pictures and creating memories. We tried to gather and make plans, but as the day went along, we went with the flow like the lake's chilled running water. When a person sees such beautiful lake, they try to relax with stretched legs but that definitely was not the case here. Not a single soul had come to relax but to be a part of spiritual chaotic amusement.
The camp filled with tents had turned into another world of ours where there was nothing but joy. The soothing music, our clean Auras, uncontrollable happiness and unstoppable binging. We had lost track of time. As the nights grew darker, the fun grew stronger. It was another night to remember, a night we discuss once and laugh about loud. It was a night of no regrets.
A magical night that ended with “Have some curd, keep an alarm for 6:30 am and I’ll see you tomorrow” by the coordinator. To be continued…
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Nice blog Shruti keep it up waiting for the next one