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Signs of civilization amongst the wilderness, a house wait for its inhabitants and fields of grass wait for the grazers.  

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Down the hill, a city came up, out of nowhere, surrounded by the wilderness of pines.

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The Flags fluttered on the trees, in oblique angles. Someone was there, someone did it before me. Now, I have to do it, in spite of all ‘no’s’. The hope flies in the wind of determination.

Buddhist Prayer Flags along the Triund Trekking Route overlooking Dharamkot and Bhagsunag. 

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Now, I am here, above all, beginning an adventure whose end wasn’t foretold. They say it is easy, as a day’s walk. But ask an overweight city-slicker, he’ll tell, the taunts he overheard, and the non-expectations from others. But he went on (with some help of course).

A view of terrace fields and village of Dharamkot.

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As the crow flies, so the journey begins: Yet again from the plains, to serene mountains. To a place I’ve been before. It was calling me again. To test and to know. Here, I start my journey.

A view of Dharamshala from McleodGanj