ON THE ROADS OF HEAVEN... PART-2.

Second day;

Funny morning:

        My few friends wake up early and wash their hands in icy cold water. Suddenly, I saw, their fingers swollen and go numb. They were so scared of frost bite but the camp leader ignored it. I made fun of them. After few minutes I looked my fingers, it also swollen like a small radish. Now their turn to laugh! It was not so funny as it sonds. The fingers became normal after 11 o’clock.

A hanging village on the mountains:-

A dream Come true:

I dream of visiting century old heavenly village Osla, which is situated at an altitude of more than 10,000 feet! This is the one of the reason to come here. 

We were given a healthy breakfast, pack lunch and an apple. The apple was awesome. I haven’t eaten such a heavenly one in my life.  
We gazed the village at night, it look like sky light in the night. We walked an hours to reach Olsa. The villagers were busy in their routine .The shepherd; Cow gazers were taking their folk to Gaze. The village was backdrop by snow caped peaks.

A village on the way.

 

Burden on her back but not on the life.

In Osla village house walls and doors were carved with different designs. The main occupation is agriculture so they design houses accordingly. The old houses were four floored, made up of stone and wood. The doors are usually small to give respect to the house holder. Each house in the village has its own storage, made of wood and used slate as a roof. They put the grass on tree to dry it for cold winter. In the middle of village, exotic beauty of Someshwara temple mesmerizes us. The temple has nice wood carvings on its wall. Earlier it was called as Duryodhana’s temple but it’s not true. 

Someshawara Temple in Osla village.

Osla village children.

A house in Osla village.

A house in Osla

Preparation for the winter.

A man beating local instrument called 'Damru'

An early morning talk.

A store room.

They seem to have rich culture. A man was beating 'Damru', a local instrument, which touched my heart. An old woman collecting grains and preparing for the winter. Women wear different ornaments made of silver and gold. They were very friendly and give pose to the camera. 

With the locals.

I wonder how these people came over there ? What made them to stay there? Is the young snow boy, Ranbir Sing, is still want to stay there in these villages after completing his degree?.All these questions remained with me .Every time I think of this village, these questions comes out of my mind.

A shy girl.

 After Olsa a girl, Anjali, followed us. We witnessed breath taking views of valley. The red Chaulai crop and greenery made some perfect frame. Before a steep climb we sit over a rock where we can see a gigantic water fall flows, it filled our heart. It taught us be humble and look down. The views made me to take more pictures. The end less asset made our trekkers fatigue but the landscape in front worth to the fatigue. I looked ahead a U-shaped mountain to a different world. The clouds after playing with the mountains showered few drops on us. Three hours of steep ascend finally, I made to the second camp site, Kalkathiyadhar. As the sun goes down, the snow mountains were looking Orange. It looks like window to the other world behind it. 

The valley

Snow caped mountain and a trekker.

Anjali

 

the valley and feild.

A crop on the way to kalkathiyadhar, 2nd campsite.

The camp was set upped in a such place, from there I could see Bandar Poonch , Kala Nag and many more peaks. The whole seen looks like a hanged picture in front of you.

Kalkathiyadhar campsite day 2.