Lahaul & Spiti
It was September. Alex Turner ‘s haunting falsetto “That the nights were mainly made for saying. Things that you can’t say tomorrow day” was playing in a loop. We were almost at the end of our journey, circling through the snaky desert landscape, heading towards our last pit stop in the unforgiving, sublime and majestic Lahaul-Spiti. Just hours away from Chandrataal, waiting to bask in its beauty, I had almost rolled up into a ball, when the rays of sun reflect off the ochre mountains, straight to my half-open eyes and hit the sleep-deprived hallucinating brain. And was I dreaming or hallucinating or did I just skipped space and time and landed on a different planet?
I don’t think I need words to express or explain what we all saw. This time I shall let the pictures speak.
I do love Arctic Monkeys, but on a planet like this, it has to be a Cathartic Pink Floyd Solo.
Is this place real?
Spiti took my breath away but this landscape was jaw-dropping
Oil paints on a canvas
The Color palette
If only we could preserve this land forever
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