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Lunglei spread over green hills of Mizoram

Lunglei on the Mizoram hills

As soon as we left plains, the road became meandering mountain road with mountains on one side and deep gorges on the other side. Tall wild bamboo groves were shooting up straight towards the sky all along the gorges. Those lush green deep forests up to the horizon became haunting with the fading soft light of approaching evening..

Lunch at Jot pass and on towards Jammu, beautiful Himachal, majestic Himalayas part 9

A neat Himachal village

On the plains evening descended, and then night fell. The car streaked ahead through the night towards a small bubble of light, warmth, food and company—our home in Jammu. Far behind up in the mountains, Khajjiar lay dreaming in the lap of its mother.

Out of Khajjiar on the way back, beautiful Himachal, majestic Himalayas part 8

May not see me enter again

This is the Pir Panjal mountain range running from east-southeast to west-northwest across Himachal Pradesh. The highest peak in this lower Himalayan range is Indrasan (6221m). Further to the right should be Dhauladhar behind the bend.Nowhere in between I could detect any sign of human civilization—it seemed to be all the way wilderness...

Lengthening shadows on Khajjiar meadows, beautiful Himachal, majestic Himalayas part 7

Lengthening shadows on Khajjiar glade

It was dusk at Khajjiar, a day had ended, evening was about to drop its shroud. It was leaving time. Within an hour at most it will be dark and all the human figures would take shelter in their warm enclosures. Nature would again be left to itself...

Breathtaking Khajjiar lake, beautiful Himachal, majestic Himalayas part 6

Sacred Khajjiar lake

Three of us stood together watching the scene. At first I couldn’t comprehend clearly what I saw. Not often a natural scene takes my breath away! The expanse so vast, the carpet of short soft grass so inviting, the soft curves all around so soothing! The light green of the grass merged nearly at the horizon with the dark green wall of deodar trees...

Leaving Dalhousie for Khajjiar, beautiful Himachal, majestic Himalayas part 5

Traffic on lonely mountain road

I didn’t like the sound of the name, “What a name—Khajjiar! Nothing sweet or beautiful in it.” He smiled patiently, “We call it mini-Kashmir here. You will like it.” I have no special fascination for Kashmir or any other so-called most beautiful tourist place. Anywhere. For me a span of wilderness with deep green cover...

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