The beast wakes up yawning, into the blog-world, after months of deafening silence. Hi folks. Hope you all are doing just great. Thanks. I can hear your “How are you?”s. I am just doing fine too.
We both thumbed up to each other for a hitchhike to a life-long ride together. And you know what? That hitchhiking worked. Not before a month, we were “in hiding” or “hjunottsmanathr” which refers to “the abduction of a bride from neighboring village.” “His friends assured his and her safe keeping and kept their whereabouts unknown. Once the bride's family gave up their search, the bride groom returned to his people.”1. But we let our stakeholders know our whereabouts. And we called it “The Honeymoon”.
Let me tell you that this pilgrimage of a different kind was a treat served to the self. We trod by varied means to reach what I call the most beautiful place I had been to, Manali, Kullu District, Himachal Pradesh, India. At the dusk of the second day of reaching Manali, I decided I write a chronicle.
The Chain of blogs following this one, will indeed speak the breadth of the journey, though not in its entirety ;) I earnestly owe to dedicate these to my wife, the progenitor of the very thought of seeing the very place.
So keep your fingers crossed. I am coming ...
1 Origin of the Honeymoon Tradition
