Jan 22, 2018

Every now and then

the atoms of your being

gag me.

I see your sane

in her scrawny wing,

do you buss her like me

Ah, no lies no jealousy boils

I know your tendrils spread wide



Trek to GOSAIN KUNDA (Lake)


We started our journey. It was a lovely day; the sun was brightly lit just above the mountains. The air was cool and smelled of leaves, branches and earth. I stretched my arms once again, taking in the sun rays deep through my skin with my eyes closed.

He was right behind me waiting for me to march ahead and out of the gate. He followed me as I just did that. The sun was behind us.

Small town, already full of people looked very fresh with all sorts of activities going on. They seemed unaware of the giant mountains, some green, some blue and some draped in absolute white robes surrounding them. Children, some in ragged clothes, in uniforms, and in arms of their parents seemed happy. From distance, a group of school children came running towards us. I turned around and kept looking at them as they past across us. Somebody yanked me out from my thoughts and I heard a vehicle honking. I smiled in embarrassment and walked quietly. We stopped after seeing a familiar figure approaching towards us. We exchanged our greetings.

We stopped by a store to stuff our bags, to later stuff our tummies.  We synchronized our watches; it was eight in the morning.

Looking towards the mountains ahead of our journey, Rend said, “We are a little behind schedule but we shall make it on time. No haste. No worries.”

200 meters right from the main road – Dhunche


We started our journey from Dhunche of Rasuwa district.

We started walking. I asked, “Rend, are you sure, we can make it in 3 days?”

“Absolutely. Some people make it in two days but since we are not just doing it to get up there, it shall take us 3 good days”.

“You haven’t been there already, have you?”

“No, I haven’t. This is the first time. I’ve all the necessary information details and of course, you guys extracted some last night from the other guys. So, don’t worry too much about it.”

“No, I am not worried. I just wanted to feel prepared,” I said.

“I take it upon my responsibility to safely take you both up there and bring you down.” Rend smiled and added, “ by the way, it’s Lukla that I went to last time.”

We started our journey uphill. We went through a lush hill that had variety of vegetation, giving off a pleasant smell that would keep you sniffing the whole journey. Next to the foot trail flowed a brook; pristine yet colorful; silent yet euphonious. I couldn’t resist but stopped time for a while to appreciate the beauty.


To help you keep on track 🙂

We approached a bridge and the team ahead was busy taking pictures. Who would not love to capture the scenic beauty if not be there for a good span of time. In the middle of the bridge, Rend started taking pictures; he was trying to capture as much as possible. He directed camera towards my direction and I could not stop but smiled at the camera. After leaving the bridge behind, came a steep hill, steeper this time. We packed our loose items and started hiking seriously. The sun was already up in the sky making it a scorching trail for us to walk.

As we moved ahead, the journey quietly unfolded variations of the nature; the road was getting steeper and it was getting difficult for us to walk without panting. Every now and then we would look at each other’s face but would not say a word and would walk quietly. The distance between us was in status quo as we could not speed up our walking. It went on; finally I muttered to ask about the nearest stop. Rend signaled with a finger; locating his finger, squinting, through the rays of the sun, I could make out a small cottage. That small cottage became our destination until we reached it.

Loosening the straps and letting it free fall to the nearest post, I could feel a cool drop of sweat wasted down my spine. I was drenched in sweat. Seeing the cottage right in front, my feet had deceived me and would not take a step ahead. I threw myself on the bench. Rend was already inside the cottage and Momo followed him. No sooner had he stepped on the cottage door, he came out and sat next to me. Still breathing heavily, I could not lift my head to acknowledge his gesture. “Are you okay”, he said handing me a bottle of water.

“Don’t drink all at once”.

I nodded and looked at his face. His rosy cheeks had smile stretched wide to his ears. He signaled again with his broad set of eyes, and I took the bottle from his hand.

“Let’s go in”, he said lifting my bag pack.

Taking the bag from his hands, I said – “no, I need to throw something out of this bag, first”.

I started unzipping the bag. He came closer, “you are gonna need all the stuff, so don’t”.

We kinda started pulling the bag. “I can’t walk any further with this weight”.

“I will carry the bag”, he said with persuasive eyes, “now let’s go in and eat something”.

Reluctantly, I moved along with him, “you are kidding, right? You don’t have to do that; by the way it’s too heavy for anyone. You are going to regret it”.

He didn’t say a word.

The table was already set with 3 bowls of noodles.

I cannot let him carry my bag. I will quietly leave some clothes down here …’

“Eat. Don’t think too much about it. I shall charge you for it”.

‘I hate you. How do you read my mind?’ I wanted to say but I thought better of it.

Seeing Rend’s expression, I explained the situation to him.

He also expressed it would be wise to leave some of the clothes down here.

He immediately added, “am gonna carry that bag and will charge you for it, isn’t that okay”.

Stopping his hand half way holding spoon full of noodles, Rend added, “go for it now;……..well am hungry so let me eat in peace”.


As we moved ahead, the journey quietly unfolded variations of the nature; the rhododendrons kept changing the colors and so did our faces, esp cheeks.

Rhododendron-national flower of Nepal. On this journey, I saw their colors getting lighter with the altitude.



After two hours of walking, we reached Deurali. The only house, only restaurant in the area. We ate whatever was in the kitchen.

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We started our journey again. Next stop was Dhimsa.

The trek was so tiring; no plain straight trails but all steep, uphill and twisted. However, the scenery and the surrounding kept pushing us ahead.


We stopped here for a while. Our next stop was Singompa.

When we reached Singompa, it was already 6 in the evening. We had plans to stop for the night at Thoranglapaty but the weather seemed transient here. We were not sure whether to continue or stop. I suggested stopping here for the night whereas Rend wanted to continue to Thoranglapaty, and Momo was fine with anything. Therefore, we decided to eat something and check on the weather till then.

In one corner of the tea house, there were woolen caps, gloves and mittens. Rend started trying on the gloves and I helped him with the color.

As the tea was boiling, I went outside, and it had started raining already. I called them outside and the hailstorm had already started.

We started looking for a place to stay and got one modest lodge. There were 5 or 6 lodges in this area. Luckily, we got rooms. They started enjoying fermented buckwheat drink. In a while, a lady served us garlic soup and bread for dinner. After dinner, we went to bed. It was so cold that the bed felt as if the bedsheets were spread taking them right out of the spinner, I couldn’t sleep the whole night.

Next morning, I looked out the window and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I thought I was in a whole different place. It had snowed the whole night and the place looked unrecognizable covered in white blanket.

It was 7 in the morning, we started climbing uphill. The trail was trecherous and it felt wise not having made that journey at night. But the scenic view was heavenly, to die for. We clicked so many pictures. Rend informed that China was located right behind the northern mountains.




Walking continuously, for two hours, Thoranglapathy came into view. There were barely 3 or 4 restaurants. We ate breakfast and clicked few pictures. The sun was very bright and I put on some sunblock and my hat. I advised them to use some but they mocked me.



We continued our journey again. We walked and walked. There came a point, as I think of it now, we didn’t talk at all. It was steep and all covered in snow with a very narrow space left to walk. More, due to the day light the snow had started to melt and the trail was getting muddier. It felt like walking  on a ledge; one slip and down to nowhere.


Right after crossing this giant stoney path, came a frozen lake into view
Distant view: Bhairab Kunda (Lake)


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Gosainkunda (Lake) 4700m

Gosainkunda (4,00m – 4,700m) is located in Lantang National Park in Rasuwa district. This Lake remains frozen for almost 6 months in winter. Trishuli river flows down from the womb of this lake. Very few people trek to this area in comparison to Lantang area as its very steep and takes only 3 days, whereas the latter is less steep and takes more time. En route to Gosainkunda is a stop point called Lauribina which literally means ‘without stick’, meaning its legit vertical that it cannot be crossed without the support of a stick.

This lake also has deep religious value to Hindus who visit this place as a pilgrimage. This area has 108 lakes. (Info from wikipedia)

Ps, if you plan this trek, don’t forget to carry hat and sunblock or you will end up with roasted faces like my friends did.


A flock of birds,

migratory birds.

I flock along

I flapped the fastest.


We flew to a place,

a warm place.

Warmed up, they left

I get lost in the warmth.


I wallowed in the river,

misty river.

Soon the summer came

a reminder of homeland.


I saw a flock of birds

migratory birds.

Tossing the summer

I ascended to homeland



…. And I fell in love with Blues

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Source: Internet

Like most of the people out there, I am also a music lover. I started listening to music since I was in school. My parents would not let me, as they believed, it was bad influence. So, what happened? Well, the obvious, I used to enjoy music in their absence.

My friend had Walkman (perhaps most of you don’t even know what that is), a gift from her sister. When we were in school, we used to listen to it. There used to be some boring classes, then the Walkman came to our rescue. We used to wrap scarf around our head, so that it would conceal the earphones plugged to our ears coming from the Walkman.

During high school, we were given tons and tons of homework. And my only best friend, music, used to accompany me all night long to complete it.

However, I never cared about the genre of the music. They were all pure music to me. Until, a friend came into my life to show me the BLUES among all.

He used to constantly recommend me songs; songs of different genre, different singers and era. More, he used to ask me how I liked those songs. I used to listen to all of them. However, I used to be so freaking busy with work that sometimes I couldn’t manage time to listen to them. So, whenever, he used to ask me, I used to nod saying that the song was good. He would get me there. So, he had his way of making me listen to it. He would either email me links to those songs or would write them down in sticky notes. He pasted those stickies on my laptop, sometimes inside my drawer with a chocolate. I listened to all of them and we used to discuss them together. This session became a therapy to my hustled life.

I listened to Beth Hart (his favorite) and instantly fell in love with her. Caught out in the rain, I’ll take care of you, I would rather go blind are a few from the long list. I remember, he once told me, blues from a female voice is something that creates euphoric sensation.

But then he also sent me Buddy Guy – What kind of woman is this, Oscar Benton – Bensonhurst Blues, Soulmate – Set me free, and the list goes on.

I started exploring on my own and found Etta James (big OMG). She rocked my life with her blues. BB King, Bob Dylan, Amy Winehouse and the list goes on again.

Blues uplifted the real blues. I listen to them all the time. There was a time when I could not sleep and blues played in my ears like sleeping tablets. I still am exploring 🙂