Khirsu…The clean green destination…

After witnessing the origin of Ganga it was time to move further.

Under the guidance of a local who was sitting on a roadside vend idle gossiping I decided to take the route to Khirsu via the Srinagar rather than first go to pauri via satpuli.

I was told that this is a better route and that I shall encounter Khirsu first and subsequently Pauri. Khirsu being more beautiful, lesss explored made more sense for me to follow his advice.People are so kind that you will not need the GPs , further it is a good way to strike conversation with locals, after all we have grown the hard way.

I turned towards the guided route which was via the Srinagar.

The drive to Khirsu was so pleasing and I bet my Kids Ananya and Lakshay it was similar to what you experienced few months back while we traveled to Kasauni…the K word.

Pine trees, Cone laden roads, and the view…the view I am sure is fresh in your minds.

Around evening we reached khirsu …and withcent percent surety I could say…Shanti hai, Vyawhar hai, Vishwas hai…insaniyat hai…Na jyada guest houses na jyada commercialization…

We decided to find a good boarding point where we could stay and admire the snow clad peaks from.Didn’t have to search much.The first preference was the GMVN but the guy was not very keen to have us with fixed rates (very economical but still higher than what private parties could offer) we just saw the hut priced at INR 1400 and moved out not empty handed but I bought the book Uttrakhand “The Abode of Gods” to brush up and fine tune my awareness and knowledge of the place.

Had interesting encounters en-route came across the little Joshi’s and the uniyals with whom I had grown.Reminiscent of my walking from school in Mussorie from barlowganj to my house.

I started the conversation with these little dear pahadis “what time does your school get over” 3:30 came the reply. Dittoo for us I said to myself. Soon the 3 guys fitted in the back seat of my car with few bags accompanying them.They started shyly whispering amongst themselves.There whispers still echo in my mind and I posiibly could translate some bit of it for this is what exactly we did when we were their age….

 

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