Also, I think that trek was one thing that inspired me to take up photography. And though this was a few years ago, I am amazed at how many details I can accurately remember. Although I still blame myself for not taking more photos, I managed to recollect most of it without them. This is a short essay that I wrote about it.
A Trip to Paradise
As I stepped out of the room, the cool morning wind sent a slight shiver down my neck. The air was crisp and clear and the surroundings were breathtaking. I almost forgot where I was, but the clank of utensils being packed and the rustle of the backpack on my shoulder brought everything back. I was trekking in the Himalayas!
We started out with great enthusiasm. No words can fully describe the beauty of the surroundings. The landscape was like a jeweled painting. The jade of the pine trees, the sapphire of the sky and the crystals of the distant icy peaks completed this work of art. The constant gushing of the river besides us was like a soothing song, and the sunshine bouncing of the ripples speckled the water with gold and silver. Little streams peeked out of ferns and scrambled over pebbles on their way to join the river. Birds chirped and butterflies flitted in and out of bushes.
But the fresh morning was nothing compared to the silent beauty of the night. As the sun went down, it was a different world altogether. There were no sounds to be heard except the constant gushing of the river. The sky above us was a deep blue velvety blanket with millions of diamonds strewn across. The great icy peaks in the distance glittered in the pale moonlight. Mountains rose in a circle all around us. The air was soft and chilly, fragrant with numerous flowers and herbs. I can still see the whole scene in my mind.
The days on the trek were some of the most memorable ones for me. I still remember every moment as if it happened yesterday. The cool wind on my cheek, the first touch of snow, the warmth of the glass of 'chai' in my hands and the laughter and songs around the campfire at night. These memories shall stay with me forever and remind me of my experience. They also remind me of the Mughal emperor, who was so moved by the beauty of nature, that he proclaimed,
"yA firdaus barrUhe jamInAst,
amInAsto amInAsto amInAst!"
"If there be a paradise on earth,
It is here, it is here, it is here!"
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So that was my experience, I don't know how much i was able to express through my writing, but I tried!
After that, I did not really get a chance to go on any big treks. But now, I am here in New Hampshire, USA, and I am going for a winter trip in the White mountains. This is bound to be one of the many memorable events that i have been in, while on this exchange program. Let's see what that will inspire me to do!
We started out with great enthusiasm. No words can fully describe the beauty of the surroundings. The landscape was like a jeweled painting. The jade of the pine trees, the sapphire of the sky and the crystals of the distant icy peaks completed this work of art. The constant gushing of the river besides us was like a soothing song, and the sunshine bouncing of the ripples speckled the water with gold and silver. Little streams peeked out of ferns and scrambled over pebbles on their way to join the river. Birds chirped and butterflies flitted in and out of bushes.
But the fresh morning was nothing compared to the silent beauty of the night. As the sun went down, it was a different world altogether. There were no sounds to be heard except the constant gushing of the river. The sky above us was a deep blue velvety blanket with millions of diamonds strewn across. The great icy peaks in the distance glittered in the pale moonlight. Mountains rose in a circle all around us. The air was soft and chilly, fragrant with numerous flowers and herbs. I can still see the whole scene in my mind.
The days on the trek were some of the most memorable ones for me. I still remember every moment as if it happened yesterday. The cool wind on my cheek, the first touch of snow, the warmth of the glass of 'chai' in my hands and the laughter and songs around the campfire at night. These memories shall stay with me forever and remind me of my experience. They also remind me of the Mughal emperor, who was so moved by the beauty of nature, that he proclaimed,
"yA firdaus barrUhe jamInAst,
amInAsto amInAsto amInAst!"
"If there be a paradise on earth,
It is here, it is here, it is here!"
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So that was my experience, I don't know how much i was able to express through my writing, but I tried!
After that, I did not really get a chance to go on any big treks. But now, I am here in New Hampshire, USA, and I am going for a winter trip in the White mountains. This is bound to be one of the many memorable events that i have been in, while on this exchange program. Let's see what that will inspire me to do!
