When I talk about trekking in the Himalayas sometimes people ask me, “What is the point in walking or climbing aimlessly from one point to another, in rugged climate and terrain at that.” I was never able to answer that question. In fact, I gave into the idea that it was pointless. During my recent trip to the Himalayas, I realized why I was lost for words. Even if I tried, it would be a futile exercise. To express what it feels like when I’m surrounded by the Himalayas is beyond language.
As I’m writing this, I’m sitting on a rock overlooking a valley dotted with Himalayan Oak trees. Right below my feet, I can see dozens of sheep grazing and the endearing lambs bleating and calling their mothers’ attention with their heads pointing in my direction. A spider just drew a line of silk from my arm to the book and crawled into my book and sat there as if it is its rightful place. It is quite nippy and by the same token, the sun is shining brightly, spreading the warmth and thus happiness. And now the spider made its way into my unkempt hair and I lost sight of it and I know I will not see the spider again. It probably fainted in my hair, for I have not washed my hair for ages.
It has been more than a few days since I looked at a mirror and I’m always in my bed plus ranger hat hair. The perfume I’m wearing is Himalayan Oak firewood smoke. I don’t know what I look like anymore and I don’t care either. I feel beautiful from deep within. I’m not afraid or worried about anything, not even Leon Cavallo, the horse, I so dread to ride. Music I hear is the bells of the mules, bees buzzing, sheep bleating, wind whispering, ravens signing and Lammergeier calling. Only happy thoughts cross my mind. I barely think of the life I lived back home because when I stand in the middle of the heroic mountains and then look down at myself I find everything irrelevant and insignificant.
Usually, in my free time, I find myself a sunny spot and lie under the blue sky and gape at the massive clouds gather and then spread out gently into abstract shapes. Without my knowledge, I indulge in this activity for long, and without any other thought interrupting my imagination of the shapes. At the end of the session, I rise realizing that I was in a transcendental state and I attained it effortlessly. Sometimes I even struggle to bring my natural thoughts back.
Here I’m as free as the wind and as wild as the mountains themselves. I guess they just rub it off on me. I’m high on the mountains and this is definitely my favourite high.