Tranquil is the word for Harshil.
It’s a modest little town in Uttarakhand on the way to Gangotri. We took a taxi from Uttarkashi to reach Harshil.
By the time we reached Harshil sun was out of the reach behind the mountains and it was set beforehand for this little town….
The allure of the gushing Bhagirathi river through the town is harmony in the notes of the nature. Just like the keys of piano you will hear the perfect symphony among the environment, water, animals.
Just like the keys of piano you will hear the perfect symphony among the environment, water, animals.
How the Bhagirathi flows with gusto…
While we were roaming and experimenting with the photos, a companion presented himself out of nowhere and followed us all the way to the next village and it was helpful in the dark to have a dog lead on and see to it that you are protected. How I would have liked to bring him back to delhi but I figured with all his fur, he could not adapt to the Delhi’s summers.
I named him Hachi for being loyal.
We hoped for snow as it was end of December but you know global warming, so it was late as we were told at the night by the villagers. There was chilly wind so we all cramped together around the can of burning hot red coal and talked about for an hour.
That clear sky. I even saw a shooting star there…
“The core of mans’ spirit comes from new experiences.” — Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild.