It rained and snowed throughout the trek (Buran Ghati pass Trek). The days were spent in frustration as we walked under the angry clouds that thrashed us with sleet , snow and rain. We walked among the angry mountains and we spent most of our time in tents at camps.

Just before our summit day ( buran pass), it snowed heavily and our chance of crossing the pass looked bleak . But then just at the exact time we had to start the climb , the clouds found their peace and they opened up to reveal the beauty my eyes weren’t expecting.

The entire landscape glowed with snow under the light of the moon. It felt like a different planet, maybe a paradise looked like that. The peace of that night flowed on the cold breeze that came from the sacred Himalayas . It whispered the tales of Gods that roamed in those valleys from the beginning of time.

The whole experience probably stayed in my mind like a precious jewel which is impossible for me to forget.

So now whenever I think of nights , I think of that night which really felt like a fairytale. Since then whenever I wake up in the middle of the night , I feel the same shiver which I felt on that night. And sometimes those memories come back as a dream on some nights…..