I just started my trekking journey since 2014 from one of the famous pilgrimage trek to sacred holy lake, Gosaikunda. I did trek during the peak pilgrimage season of Janai Purnima (too much crowded) which happens to be my most memorable experience and life lessons, "Never, ever trek the most crowded places as you will never fully be connected with nature" But it might varies according to the travelers preferences. ABC was never in my bucket list as I was already tired of hearing people sharing their mixed experiences and one of the busiest trek with around 50,000 trekkers made their trekking destinations in ABC each year. As every trekking routes have their own essence and uniqueness to indulge into the nature. Mountains are always fascinating to every travelers, trekkers and mountain lovers. The mountains neither discriminates nor distinguished others in terms of caste, gender, identity, ethnicity or religions but it embraces everyone with full openness. ...
Maybe I went near that gate for more than 20 times and always wished to go beyond it. Thousands of people entered and disappeared. I always used to sneak out and always have the imagination of different scenes beyond that Gate. I grew up in a small village called Changu Narayan in a middle-class family. People in my village are happy with their small dreams and almost identical daily chores all the time. Being a female, I felt suffocated while growing up in society because of so many prejudices and gender discrimination. I felt nothing is new and was desperately waiting to escape and explore in all my youth. A sense of claustrophobic essence hunts my mind. Most of my friends ended up getting married and got busy raising kids at in early age and they never got any chance to have freedom in life to explore any new places or to learn any new things other than what a small village offers. The feelings of loneliness were crawling back to me as I was more inquisitive to explore a new place...