It has been years that I started trekking.
My first memory
of the trek dates back to 1991, when a group of school buddies decided to go
for a one day monsoon trek. The most enthusiastic girl in the class was our
leader. It was muddy trail, and by the time we returned almost everyone from
the group had become an experienced trekker.
It took a while for me to understand what this business was.
But it was that day when I got high with my insignificance on this earth. A
pinnacle as proud as a nose of Duke, told me that to respect is the only way to
appreciate the Mother Nature.
Several years have passed by; Trekking has become most
integral part of my day today life. But the love for this place is ever
growing.
Every year when the sky clouds with a promise of monsoons
and greener earth, every wanderer gives a shout to the other, "Hey, his
nose awaits us". The plans are made, dates are fixed. Every other commitment
is compromised and the wanderers set out on a rainy day to reach the ultimate
monsoon destination.
This year the time has come, just few hours away in the
morning... And I can proudly say as I
start my day today, "I know where I am heading.”
The place which has given me so much to cherish, The place
which has added a purpose to my life, The place which has gifted me at least
one friend every time I visited."
Here's to Dukes... My First Sanctuary... May your nose stand
firm eternally...
