THE SWAG LADY
Was that my plan? No..!! Then whose? Climbing down the hill to the valley was not less a task than climbing up it on the last day. What kept me moving was the experiences of the explored one's. Walking in between the pine trees on that wintry climate with a glimpse of morning sunlight was the best. Suddenly, from nowhere, one guy just showed off -Jhony. Well, he is a very benevolent and committed guy who just swings his tail, everytime when i throw a piece from the lays packet. From there we started walking along. Reaching Chalal seemed to be a task. There nobody reveals where we can get it.. but in Kasol they come and murmur..."hey u need it? ". The natives looked us with a doubtful face. To make them utter anything to find the place was the most difficult. We moved as like we will reach somewhere at the end. The only confidence we had was we know the way back. Our path looked like something from the Robert Frost poem - the path less travelled by. There was no sympto...