A Traveler's Memoir

Reaching Chougan around 4 pm, I called Yudhvir Singh, he said we could fly the same day. He took me in a taxi to billing for my first flight after an 18-kilometre drive through the winding roads of the Himalayan Mountains. He strapped me and himself into the Harnesses and all I had to do was take a few steps to be airborne. I don't know why, tears started rolling in down my eyes. It felt so beautiful. I thanked him for the ride and decided to spend that night there. Found Amar guest house run by Sanjay Dutt, no not the actor, who offered a room at 400 and I stayed.  That flight, Opened me up to a very different dimension, a new feeling, a feeling of self-love, a feeling of being alive, I felt a change in me forever. My mind was so full, I couldn't think about anything beyond that flight. Some things just cannot be explained and I decided that I must learn the sport though didn't have the money. I thought if it costed less, I'll do it else it wasn't my cup of tea. Y

I packed my luggage and rode towards Malana and Kasol. Being a stoner, it was something to cherish, to be there for the New year. With the present climate, I could not start early. I started around 9 in the morning and found a stay by 7 in the evening. On reaching Malana after 2 days, I ended up at a fake party that brought me together with a few boys from Kerala. We just smoked up and lazed. On the 31st we took a bus ride to Manikaran for a natural hot spring bath. My plan was to attend a party as it was the new year but ended up cooking dinner for 5 people.  Happy New year 2020. Yeah, Cheers!  The first day of the year was lazy and I didn't like it. Everything happens for good and good things take time.  The place was a mess. Torn blankets, filthy kitchen, dozens of bottles stocked up, ashes everywhere, with cigarette buds thrown around. Cleaning happened only once a day though. The guy running it, Regish was a lovely soul but in vain. He said he used to work in Dubai for a few