When I Was In Pithoragarh – Part 2

My host, who had arranged everything for me, had sent me a cab and I went off to Chandak Site. my plan was to go for Pashupatinath temple, coz from there I could get a magnificent view of Himalaya though it was it was dusky. Pithoragarh is an altitude of 4,567 ft from sea level and it’s like cup shape so weather stays almost pleasant here. This valley known as Soar Valley. Road for Chandak was very peaceful and beautiful. When I moved up city was looking pretty good from upward. 

Well temple had been closed by the time I reached there but the view of valley was superlative. Whole valley was looking gorgeous in dusky light. When I saw Himalaya, I got stunned for a while. Peak of Nanda Devi was bathing with sun rays and was giving awesome look.  After a while I keep my camera out and start taking pictures as much as I can in this short time.

Few minutes later everything plunged into dark and I decided to back. From here we went to a tea shop for a tea and also meet to shop keeper.  Some time earlier a cave came in existence which was in his field and my main purpose was to see that cave. When I reached his shop, he was bit buzy with his customers. When he got free he came to me with spoon full of honey. When I ate, I found it was like rubber and taste was absolutely different.

 I asked him – are you sure it is honey.

He said – yes its pure honey with wax, we don’t remove wax from it. Well no doubt it was very tasty and I experienced it first time.

I asked him about cave so he said – it is dark now so tomorrow afternoon I will take you there. He said, now if possible I can spend some time at Eco park.  I asked – What is this Eco park ?  He said – Park made for Eco tourism but it has no future coz nobody is here to take proper care of it. On my way back, I saw Eco park and went inside. I saw whole city flickering with the lights.

I took some pictures and then sit to watch stars, one of my favorite work. I stared at the sky, which was illuminating with millions and millions stars. I deeply engrossed by the moment. Everything was utterly still at that night. Though it was cold but I don’t wanted to miss this chance so kept on staring. Eventually driver came to me and said – Madam it's getting dark, we must go back now. Though I needed to stay there but unwillingly, I had to back. By the time I reached into city, it was late and whole market had closed. I back to hotel and order for dinner… Next morning my plan was to go to Bhatkot for a walk coz Bhatkot is also a good place to see Himalaya in Morning time.  After finishing dinner, I confined myself into bad…

I Woke up 5 O’clock next morning and got ready for a walk. When I came out, it was dawn and streets are almost empty.  Only few people were on the road. Weather was cold but not chilled. I moved to Gandhi Chauraha and took market road. This road was tiny and whole market was in a grip of silence. After crossing market, I reached at Siltham Churaha. Here I asked for Bhatkot. When I entered in the road of Bhatkot, I felt very tranquil. Many people were walking on this road so I was not feeling lonely… 

I found that Pithoragarh has become completely a modern city now. There was no sign of any old and traditional construction. All were new which atleast I don’t like. I met with a girl, who was going for tuition, she gave me a smiling look so I talked with her and asked -  How far Bhatkot is ? She said - After a short walk, I would be at Bhatkot. Well I just wanted to know that I am on right path… 

When I reached Bhatkot, I saw Himalaya but my bad luck that I couldn’t get sun rise. But still scenario was stunning and whole valley was bathing with morning light. I indulged with camera just then I heard a man shouting at a boy. When I enquired about it he said – this boy is taking liquor here and always bunks his school. When I scold him, he shouted at me and said – I will see you… Man was irritating badly and went off from there. After this hot-hot talks, atmosphere again became calm and I again got indulged with camera…

Now sun was bright so I decided to back. I felt that this area was posh area of city. I saw all high-class officers' houses here and place was neat and clean instead of other part of city. I really enjoyed walk. When I back to market, it was chaotic.  People were buzy in their work and whole place was bustling with lots activities. In this hustle-bustle I got confused and took other road.  Though I reached at hotel but this time, I couldn’t see Gandhi Churaha…

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When I was in Pithoragarh – Part 1

This time my nomadness brought me to Pithoragarh.  Though, I got some opportunities earlier but my busy schedule was not allowing me to go there. This time again I got chance and I was pretty sure to cash this, so I made all the arrangements and pack my bag to go…

It was the morning of   5^th November 2010 when I moved to bus stand. Though I was on time but when I reached there, bus was relatively packed. With some disappointment first thought swift in my mind was, that this time again I will have to cancel my plan but next I thought, I will go by the same bus and arranged a seat on the bus-bonnet. Seat was uncomfortable but front view was wide and clear so I was not that much unhappy. Sometime later bus started and within 30 minutes, it stopped at Bhowali, A small fruit market.  Lots of passengers shuffled in and out but bus was still jam-packed. After little halt, bus came to a life and set off to Almora. It was winter and I was almost shivering...

This route is known for me but this time it was badly damaged by last years' heavy rain, which was like disaster. Signs of disaster still could see on the road. I saw damaged road, damaged bank of Kosi River, damaged house, damaged shops and even I saw some damaged vehicles also. It was heart breaking. Road was nowhere, only the heap of yellow dust could be seen. I tried to take pictures from my mobile but the heavy jerks shake my hand.  Around 10 AM I was at Almora.

Here I got a seat and settled down there. A middle-aged man sitting next to me. His mouth was badly smelting with tobacco. My back was in little pain so I leaned back to my seat and was waiting bus to move. I was happy with my silence but the man started conversation…

Are you going to Pithoragarh ?

Yes – as I am horrible to speak much so I was replying short.

Are you media person, I saw you were taking pictures all the way ?

Yes.

Going Pithoragarh for some reporting work ?

Yes – Now the man was irritating me.

Suddenly he starts talking with passengers who were searching for seats. I found him a sort of chatty person. Most of the passengers were busy in sipping tea and gossiping. Mostly were speaking in their regional dialect (Kumauni).  Around 15 minutes later bus started but stopped again. Driver tried again but it couldn’t start. He tried over and over again but nothing happened, then he said – bus ko dhakka marana parega (Need to push the bus). Some passenger went off and pushed but bus was still jam. Driver saw that some little more enthusiast passengers were pushing the bus from front to back and other were pushing it from back to front. Driver shouted – push it from backside only. Well after some more pushes fortunately bus start again…

Bus was still bustling with passengers. Seat I got was not good coz nothing could see from here and the man next to me was talking continuously, though he was quite decent person. He starts talking about Pithoragarh and wanted to know, why I am going there ? Condition of road was still not good.  I did try to look out but not able to watch anything. I wished I could sit on the bonnet-seat again but it has engaged…

Now the weather was getting hot and passengers were busy in gossiping. Some little children was crying on their mothers’ lap and man sitting next to me was giving me lots of instructions and information about Pithoragarh. When Himalaya range start appearing, he told me – see this is Himalaya… I thought next time he might tell me see, this is cow, dog and labla labla la... Well after crossing small villages like Dhoulchhena, Bhikiyasen we reached at Panuwanaula, where I got front seat again. Thank god now I can see proper view and also got rid of the persons’ tobacco smell. 

Its bright day and I looked out from window, watching Small villages, town, Small shops, terrace fields were passing… Rang of Himalaya were very clear. Here I noticed most of the men wore long shirt and payjama and women wore sari with different style. Around 12 O'clock bus reached at Danya, Small town with some Dhabas (Restaurant). Bus stopped here for lunch.  When I was planning for Pithoragarh, one of my friend told me that Aloo Paratha is specialty of this place so I had already decided to take Aloo Paratha for lunch.  I went in a restaurant and ordered for paratha.  A lady and her husband was running this restaurant. After a while, paratha was on my table but when I ate, I got disappointed coz parathas were not that good as I was told about. After finishing food, I back to my seat… After little more time bus starts again and thankfully this time without any push…

We headed forward now.  I still could see the badly damaged things by the last year rain. I came to know that village called Dyaoli badly destroyed by the rain and the numbers of casualties were highest here. As bus was still jam-packed but the driver was still stopping for every passenger. Conductor got mad on him and shouted – why the hell are you stopping bus everywhere, Can’t you see there is no space for anybody ?  just run the bus coz I have to reach Pithoragarh on time . Driver replied with double voice – I will stop for every passenger coz this is the only bus for them, if I would not stop, their whole day will be spoil and most of them have to walk kilometers for way back to their home.  he was still murmuring – I am on time and will be Pithoragarh on time, don’t know why he always shout like this… after this sort of world war third driver slowed down the bus speed… I was favoring him coz his logic was right though me to wanna reach Pithoragarh on time.

Now a Dholiganga river has start following us. Some electric power projects were running on the river. From here, view became very pleasant. Large and green field were making journey little easy. Around 3 PM we reached at Ghaat and still almost 1 hour drive left from here but don’t know when driver is planning to reach coz he was still in anger and murmuring also… Bus was on bridge now and crossing the Ghaat.  River was leaving behind and we were going up and up and up from the river…

Bus again stop in a small town and when it start, conductor asked one passenger – where is the passenger sitting next to you ?

Passenger replied – His Sikkim Brand has broken so he went off to buy another one…

Sikkim Brand, name stuck in my mind and I thought it must be a famous brand of this region so I will buy one for me from Pithoragarh but latter in Pithoragarh when I enquired about Sikkim Brand, I came to know that it’s a brand of local liquor… As I heard this sort of brand first time so I laughed on my stupidity and stooped the idea to buy Sikkim Brand… Well by 3.30 we reached at Gurna.  

Bus stopped in front of a temple. I was told that – Once upon time when it was complete jungle many accidents used to happen here and people had a threat for this route. One day a local person dreamed about temple and he made a goddess Gurnas' temple. It says after the temple construction, this place saved from any type of accidents. Since then every vehicle stops here for a while.   

 Eventually bus reached at Pithoragarh but just 1 hour late… Its 4.30 now and I moved straight to hotel where I had my bookings already. First glimpse of Pithoragarh was not very good like all Indian cities but I was hoping for good time. Well my hotel was good enough to welcome me in a new place.  Temperature was batter so after freshen up I took coffee and decided to go out to explore the city…

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When I was in Corbett Museum & Corbett Fall

That Small Corbett Fall trip of mine was few year back. We planned this trip unexpectedly and for me this type of trips always becomes very memorable.

It was Sunday morning when one of my friend call me and said - Vini, it's has been a long time when we go out. Can we go for a day out  ?  Firstly, I could not think where we can go but Next, I got the idea of Corbett Fall.

Morning 9 O'clock we set off for the Corbett Fall. We took a Kaladhungi road for the Corbett Fall. This route is enormously stunning. From the upper side of road one can see an awesome view of this valley.

On the way, we come across with Khurpatal Lake, which was once very eminent for angling. Still a very beautiful fishes are in this lake. It says form upward the lake looks like cow's Khur and so it becomes a khurpatala. We cross the lake and headed forward. In short distance, we saw a small waterfall, which is a main attraction point for tourist. It is a monsoon waterfall so this time it was not looking that attractive.

After 2 hours, we were at Corbett museum. Once upon it was winter residence of Jim Corbett.  Now it has been converted in to the museum. Inside this, everything that belongs to the Jim was carefully intact. Even the chair and table, made by Jim, was also intact. Many documents and pictures are also here which shows the life of Jim. Corbett's dog graveyard, who used to go with him in his hunting, is also here.

 We spent a good time in this museum and then set off for the Corbett Fall. From here, we have to trek. This trek trail goes between dense Jungle. We were enjoying trek with different sort of vegetation and of course with chirping of birds as well. No doubt, wonderful view of surrounding was awesome. No artificial disturbance was wiping out it's natural beauty. Small water streams can cross by wooden bridge, which was adding extra beauty.

We were going on this trail, and all of a sudden, we came across with the waterfall. The immensity of this waterfall amused us. It was so high and flowing in the middle of jungle, which was making it huger.  Before that, I had looked this into pictures only but now it was in front of my eyes.  Within few seconds, we were close to waterfall and get into a pool and played into the water almost an hour. After spending magical time in water pool, we decided to see fall from upper side but it was very slippery so dropped the idea and start trek back.

Here we felt the spell of nature, which can easily eradicate all the quandary and tensions with his magnetism. No doubt, we spend unforgettable day here with this miraculous waterfall. 

When I was In Kausani - Part 2

Morning was chilly so nobody wanted to wake-up. We just wanted to spend some more time inside the quilt but after some sluggishness, I woke up and came out. Himalaya was awesome but still covered with clouds. I went for little walk inside the rest house campus. No one was seen their, except some foreigners. Well I enjoyed those moments with myself and after a short walk; I came back and ordered for coffee and breakfast. 

By that time my other friends also had been woke up. After breakfast, we made our plan for the day. We wanted to explore Kausani as much as we could in a single day. We got ready by the 11AM. Rest house manager told us that we can go to some places, like – Ansakti Ashram, Sumitra nanadan Pant Museum, which are inside the market and we also can go to Rudradhari Temple. He said – but for this temple, we will have to go by taxi and after drive, we would have to trek almost 3-4 km. we all were trekking lovers so decided that we'll go to this temple. Now It was sunny and view of Himalaya was clear. Kausani was in different mood.

When we reached market, first we went to Anskati Ashram. It was clean, calm and quite. Anskati Ashram is a place where Gnadhiji came in 1929 and wrote his Anaskti Yog. This place has well managed. Here you can find so many things about Gandhiji. One prayer hall is also here where we sat for a while. It was a nice experience for all of us. When we were returning from here, we felt very peaceful. After Anskati Ashrm we went to the Sumitranandan Pant Museum. Sumitranandan Pant was a great poet of kumaun. His Ancestral house is here which has converted in to the museum. His desk, his books and so many other things are here but the condition of this museum was very pitiable.

Some temple was also in the market and after roaming around here, we went in a shop to ask for a taxi for the Rudradhari Temple. He arranged a taxi for us and suggested to take guide along because temple was far from the road and jungle is very dense where we can easily get lost. First, we thought that he is making us fool for some extra bucks but when other people also advised the same, we decided to take a guide. After 1-2 hours taxi dropped us at trekking point, now it's trekking time. With our guide, we moved on.

 It was truly a dense pine forest. Our decision of taking guide was right and the village people were actually trying to help us. Route was very hard-hitting. Some time it was going downward and then abruptly, it was going upward. No doubt, any stranger can easily get lost here. Overall, we were enjoying this trekking. A rivulet was also there in jungle but the water level was low perhaps it would be monsoon rivulet.

 Well after this interesting 3 hours trek, we were at the Rudradhari Temple. We saw a huge waterfall there. May the water would be coming from the same rivulet, which we saw in jungle. We were little exhausted so could not stop ourselves from going inside the pond in front of waterfall. We were trying to go deep in this pond but our guide stopped us. He said – it's very deep there so don’t go there…could be dangerous. We turned back, set on the bank of waterfall and our feet were inside the water.

 After some relaxation, we went inside the temple. It was Shiva temple and one Shrine was also there but guide could not tell us much about the temple. He only said – one baba ji lives here but that time he was not there. When we were returning, I saw women carrying grass bundle on their head. It was something, which always makes me feel very sad. I suddenly said – Our villages are still alive because of these hard working women, Real example of Nari Shashaktikaran. Guide said - Yes, you are right. Men do not do anything. They play cards and drink, which has become a biggest problem now and those who are little literate they are migrating in big cities for work. Only women, kids and old people left in village and women have to take all responsibilities of their house and agriculture. We realize, our guide is a nice and emotional fellow. He sang a folk song and no doubt, his voice was very sweet.

When we were on the road, we decided to go further on the road, which was going into the village. When we were on the way one cow came in front of our car and got scared. She started running frantically here and there. We thought cow could fall down so we back. We spent a beautiful day and exploring day but now time to take food. We went in a hotel… had rice and dal and then walked back to rest house. This time again, we had tea in a same restaurant. Though, we explored a lot but get exhausted also. Evening time we took a small walk to the restaurant, had tea and back. After dinner, we went into the bed.

Next morning we had to back. We wanted to stay there for some more days but time was a big problem. May be one day we will go there again to spend some more time…

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When I was in Kausani - Part 1

I had this journey in 2006. Me and my friends planned this trip in a hurry. Actually, we had two days off so we decided to go some suitable and beautiful destination and then we thought about Kausani. After our final planning, we booked K.M.V.N. rest house for our stay. Kausani is situated in the Bageshwar of the Uttarakhand State. The altitude of Kausani is about 1890mts. From Kausani many Himalayan Peaks like Trishul, Nanda Devi and Panchahuli can bee seen easily. Mahatma Gandhi called this place the ‘Switzerland of India’.

Month was perhaps October or November. Eerily morning 6.30 we set off for the Kausani. By all good luck, we found direct bus for Kausani. We took tickets and start chattering. After a while bus moved to Bhowali, a town with a small market. Around 25-30 minutes, we were at Bhowali and From Bhowali, we set off to the Almora. This route was well known for me. This road goes along with a Kosi river. We crossed Garampani, and after Garampani  another small town, Kanchi Ashram, Kakrighat and Somvargiri Maharaj Ashram. Water level of Kosi was very low. In fact, it was almost dry. Around 10.00 A.M. we were at Almora.

From here, we start our journey for Kausani. This route was utterly new for all of us. So many small and beautiful villages were on this route. I forgot the name of those villages now but the whole valley was very stunning. I was gazing out and imagining that everything was moving with us. New villages were appearing one after one. On this route, we crossed the Someshwer Valley, which is beautiful and historical place.

Slowly - slowly bus was moving forward and stopping to drop and pickup the passengers only. On the whole journey, bus stopped only one place for tea and breakfast. Weather was pleasant. It was not very hot, not very cold. After 15 minutes rest, bus starts for next destination, which was Kausani.

Around 12.00 noon, bus dropped us at small market of Kausani. We went in a shop and asked for K.M.V.N. rest house. Shopkeeper told, only taxi goes there and will charge 50 bucks. We took a taxi and set off for the rest house. After 20-25 minutes, we were at rest house. We already had our booking so after some formalities, we entered in room. In front of our room, the mesmerizing view of Himalaya was seeking our attention, though, it was covered in clouds. We called for a coffee and had it with the majestic view of Himalaya. Those moments were magical and after those magical moments, time to pamper our hunger so we ordered for lunch. After lunch, we lie down and decided to go for a walk at evening.

At the evening around 4.30 we went for a walk. Scenario of Kausani was change this time and was looking spectacular. Manager told us – we cannot go elsewhere this time except market because all places would have closed by this time. So we took walk to the market. Manager alerts us and said – don’t go anywhere else coz its evening and soon it will get dark, which can be dangerous for us.

When we were walking, we met with many foreigners. Their behavior showing, that they knows everything about the place. Weather was slightly cold but not chilled so it was enjoyable. When we were walking, we found that rest house was only 2 km. walk from market, which is good walking distance. It was sunset and market of Kausani had closed. Only few shops were open but not for people like us. Only for those who love to have some drink… So we thought it would be good to get back. When we were returning we saw a small PAHARI dhaba. Restaurant was good means no one was drinking there so we went in and asked for a tea. Restaurant guy said, he would make a ginger tea for us. We came out and set in verandah where wood fire was burning. It was marvelous experience to sit in front of wood fire coz in cites this luxury is unaffordable. Same time some village people came to us. They wanted to know about us. We said - We are also Pahari. They said – Now mostly Bangali come here. I asked – but we saw many foreigners here. They said – actually, they are foreigners but now turn into Pahari. Many of them have settled here and completely adopted our culture. They can speak Hindi and our regional language Kumauni with full command.

We were indulge in our discussion meanwhile restaurant wala brought us tea. We took a sip and our reactions were like woooow… Tea was yummy and same time we decided, we would take tea here only. After finishing tea, we said goodbye to those guys and back to rest house. It had been extremely dark by this time. All of a sudden, I saw the sky and it was astonishing. Clear blue sky was dazzling with stars, which were looking like small diamonds. We didn’t wanna miss that chance so for few moments we just stood there, looking at the nature's spectacle. Now a days this sort of sky can be seen only in villages because cities are so polluted that it's next to impossible to see bright and clear blue sky. We were so deeply engrossed with it and forgot that we have to go back to rest house. After a long time we realized that, we have to move now. We were in our mood and don’t know when we took a wrong turn. Suddenly we realized that we are going inside the jungle. It was deep silence there and no people were to be seen anywhere. We couldn’t understand from where we took a wrong path. No one was there whom we asked for a right path and we don’t have our mobiles with us so we cannot call to rest house and asked for the right path. That time we were really terrified. After a while, we decided that we'll go back to the same route and there we can ask for rest house. It was very hushed. Eventually, we were at main road. Now we realized our mistake. Actually, what happened, the rode was divided there and we couldn’t see the main road and went in wrong way, which was going into the jungle. Well we were stress-free when we find a right way. After a 10 minutes' walk we were at our rest house.

At night, it was lonely. We took our dinner in our room and after a short talk; we went to sleep in nature lap…

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Pictures From My Haridwar Trip

Some more pictures from my Haridwar Trip...

When I Was In Haridwar - Part 4

At evening, we moved market little early so that we could stroll at the market and roam around some other Ghat as well. When we headed to market, we stopped in Thandais' (Cold Drink) shop. Though we were watching those shops since first day but as we thought, these shops would be Bhang shops (homemade charas kind of stuff) so we avoided them but today someone told that this Thandai is like herbal cold drink, which can be drink without any tension so we entered in Thandai shop. Method of making this Thandai was absolutely traditional. Shopkeeper collected all the herbs in a stone bowl, and messed them with long cylindrical wood. On the top of this cylindrical wood one rattle kind of stuff was hanging. When he was mixing all the herbs with wood, rattle was making attractive sound. It was new thing and full of flavor too. 

After this appetizing drink, time for moved to market, which was polluting with all kind of noise, fume, dust etc... In one shop, where household paraphernalia were selling, I saw plastic made Nimbu Mircha (it made by natural Nimbu mircha and says, it stops bad thing to enter inside house) to hang on the door. I asked to the shopkeeper – are people buy them ? He said – these are highly saleable coz in today's busy life no one have such a time to change real Nimbu Mircha every day. I was stunned to see that in this modern age all these mambo- jumbo has also commercialized and people are becoming more and more superstitious.  Well I did not need this but I could not stop myself to take picture.

Now almost old architect Dharmshala (Inn) has been converted into modern style hotels but few old architect Dharamshala can be seen somewhere, which looks like ghost house more than guest house. From here, we went to Birla Ghat. Ghat was not messy like Her-ki-Pouri. People were sitting in the bank of Ghat and staring Ganga. Here also many small and big temples are located. After sitting for some time, we went to other end of Ghat. It is my very strong faith about Haridwar that no one could die with hunger here coz people has searched many work to survive like cleaning the ears, selling garlands, flower, cotton, plastic sheets to sit, shaving people in open and collecting sand, stone and coins from Ganga etc etc... I saw some kids were collecting coconut from river, which floated in Ganga by the devotees. I think, In India, financial problems couldn't effect easily because people have many self-employment options.

We were moving towards Her-Ki-Pauri through different Ghat. One of them was Gau Ghat (Cow) and below the name of this Ghat, one elephant statue was there which was quite funny. Well we reached Her-Ki-Pouri where devotees were collecting for Arti.  Today again, we searched a good place for Arti. Scenario of Ganga has utterly changed and floating diyas were increasing this hundred times. After Arti we went to market had dinner in same restaurant and back to hotel.

Next morning we decided to go to Kankhal. We called the same taxi driver who came with us to Rishikesh. Myth about Kankhal is that Raja Daksh organized yagya and called every god and goddess but he did not call his sun-in-low Shiva. Sati, daughter of raja Daksha and wife of Shiva, couldn't tolerate disrespect of her husband and jumped on this Yagya vedi (altar) to committed suicide. After this, Shiva holds her body and start Tandav Nartya (dance with deep anger). It says, the places where her body parts fall down become Shaktipeeth, most sacred places for Hindu.  Temples of Kankhal was very huge. Outside the temple, one graveyard situated, but I couldn’t get any knowledge about this. From here, we went to Anand Mai temple, which is in short distance from temple, here one can get real peace. When we were turning to Haridwar, we saw one more temple called Pardeshwar Mahadev's temple. We entered the temple. Temple was good but the special thing I saw here was Rudraksh tree, which I was watching first time. In the surrounding of this tree, I saw many big and small size Shivlings.

When we came out from here, my friend saw Nankhatai wala (sort of biscuits) and shouted like a child – Naaaankhatai walaaaaa. Nowadays it has almost vanished. In my childhood, I used to eat them very often. After that, we bought some Nankhatai. I tasted first time and it was simply delicious. 

Now again it was mid-day and heat was on top. Though, first we thought to go to Manasa Devi Temple but because of heat strokes we canceled this idea. At evening, we went Her-Ki-Pouri to attended Arti for the final time.  We wander in Ghat, floated diya and then back to Hotel…Next morning we have to start our back journey to Nainital.

Next day we went Her-Ki-Pauri at morning. Ghat cramped badly because of Amawasya. Sun was rising just opposite from Her-Ki-Pouri, and the whole river was bathing with golden rays. Devotees were taking holy dip in Ganga and trying to wash off their sin. We paid our final reverence to the great river and back to bust stand to catch the bus for Nainital…

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