Postcards from Pithoragarh – 1

Pithoragarh.

I had never even heard of this place until P got posted here.

We frantically searched Google maps and it took me some time to adjust to the fact that I’d be living in the hills for a good three years.

The idea may sound like a dream come true for many of you. But when you start to calculate the uncertainties and limitations, one would find oneself in a tricky situation. The long winding roads with at least a 10-hour drive from the nearest railway station was enough to put me off.

But then, P said something that I’d never forget in life.
“This will be one of the best times of our lives. When you look back after years, you are going to remember each and every single moment. Trust me!”

… and trust I did.

There was nothing I wanted from this place but to lie down on my back, breath in the fresh air, listen to the birds chirp, walk around tall pine trees, read a book, and be cut off from the world.

If you have followed either me or @muffytales on Instagram, you’d know this was the view from my home.

I have watched the hills change color during different seasons.

I have watched the mighty group of five snow-capped Himalayan peaks, the Panchachuli Range day in and day out. And just like the Eiffel Tower, there is no missing these giant glaciers anywhere you go in Pithoragarh.

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We also had a luscious garden at home and the soil is so fertile that I could grow anything and everything here- from veggies, to flowers, to even trees!

I have so much more to share that my 1TB HDD is full of photographs I took from this exotic yet humble valley.

Read this post on how Mr. and Mrs. Bulbul came to visit me everyday, how Lady Sparrow and Mrs, Sparrow grabbed the spotlight always, and how my darling boy Mufasa was often found wondering when he could climb upon the trees and jump around like Mr. Monkey.

| Outside my Window

It’s a picture post worth your two minutes of time.

As P says, “Trust me on this!” 🙂

You can get a sneak-peek of my life in Pithoragarh as an Army Wife too. This post is so close to my heart that I often get back to it whenever I feel low now. The separation kills me.

| Of Coffee and a Windowless Kitchen

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