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A year back, wearing my favourite black t-shirt and blue shorts, I boarded a bus to Kasol, which eventually turned out the bus to my dreams. Travelling with strangers, stay in the camps and mountains, everything was for the very first time, but as soon as we reached Kasol, it felt as if a homesick person finally found a home to herself. Amidst the mountains and Beas river, I wrote down some poetries of young love. The tranquillity of that moment still soothes my soul, however, I was still off guard of how satisfaction felt like unless I trekked to Kutla; indeed the most serene, quiet and pleasant place I have ever been to! The usage of adjectives must have given you a hint of how much I love this place. As the wind whistled, the wind chime hung on the tree complimented it with a mellifluous sound, which left me tantalized. In the lap of Parvati Valley at an altitude of 2650 meters, under a million star. I was getting a behold of myself which wasn't a forced contemplation, rather a very genuine and natural thought process while gazing at the stars. It has been a year now to my first amateur trek and since then I have trekked to Nag Tibba (9,915ft), Triund as well as explored Goa, Jaipur and Spiti & Lahaul district. Initially, I met people but eventually, I met so many stories, which is the impulse that takes me back to Himachal after every while. Be it 10 people adjusting in the tent for four, dancing around the bonfire or the budding love stories, each of them adds to my memory jar. I never knew that the 19th year of my life had so much for me. Be it a satisfactory breath or the pause that tea allows, mountains make it all sufficiently better and mesmerizing.