How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, ‘n’ how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.”
Said the first page of the book that I opened in search for an exit from the reality, the trans began as the engine of the machine roared, I could literally hear my heart pumping blood, as the taste of adrenalin rose in my mouth. Fear of death crept into my body, yet the wild roar of the machines that we rode managed to keep it at bay. A deep seeded voice inside me spoke “Let it go”, for this one I turned off my human emotions and with the help of my blazing machine cleared the god made blazing stream of water, with death waiting on either side. The rush in my veins and that momentray ounce of massive determination helped me conquer it. This kick back of humanity was a feeling that the world would define as “Adventure”.
The book takes you to the barren land of “Spiti”, the middle land between India and Tibet. On the road less travelled the journey began, a journey that tests your worthiness, not everyone deserved the beauty of the Gaya. The travelling makes you speechless and turns you into a storyteller. The journey is full of nature’s unexplored marvels, the barren mountains and water from the melting glaciers making a human soul thane. The remains from the earth from which we evolved lay there as if desperately in need of someone to talk with, to tell them their story, tell everyone the secret the hold and the legends the saw. So I approached one of them and asked for its story."
Keep waiting for more as they delve deeper into the valley.
