Remember how I told you about all those amazing lakes in Ladakh Mom. I finally got a chance to be there. Today, I am going to tell you about the most beautiful one of them.
This gigantic pasture ran across the width of the valley. Shepherds were grazing their cattle in these vast-lands. There was no sign for which way to go. We were just riding along whatever felt like a road. In fact, riding towards that cloudy mountain was a scary feeling.
But Mom, that first sight of Tso Moriri was way beyond my expectation. It was more mesmerizing than anything I have ever been to. It took us a moment to grasp what we were looking at. Far at the horizon, clouds were covering the mountain tops for an impending snowfall. The wind was soothing and probably blowing through the doors of heaven. The closer we got, the better we felt. The sun was setting against those peaks in the distance, casting the last of its light. We were riding towards the only village in the vicinity, Korzok.
After checking into a very homely guest house I took my bike for a small ride around the village. My first stop was the Korzok Gompa. But I couldn't go in because of some prayer timings. I then headed towards the shore of the Tso Moriri, around 6km ahead of the village. It was one chilly ride. It was almost about to snow, but I didn't want to miss the setting sun. Took me 15 minutes to slowly ride through the rugged road and gravel to reach the shore.
It was getting colder by the minute. And that sight, Mom, could hold one in place for eternity. The lake stretched from either side to the horizons, touching those giant mountains on the sides. And those Giants, like at every other place, were speaking to me. The sun was setting further, a little shy of disappearing behind the mountain guarding Korzok. The last light was falling on just a single peak. Let me show you what it looked like Mom.
Tso Moriri was definitely the best place that I have ever visited. And I hope to get you here soon. You have to see how beautiful the Himalayas can get. It only gave me the courage and a zeal to find more such places that could touch my soul.
Your Stubborn Child,