Three postcards from March

March is the cruellest month in the mountains. We often go for a short holiday to the Himalayas in March. The roads are usually open, but the weather is unpredictable. We found a hotel in the Garhwal Sivaliks where we were the only guests, and our room had a spectacular view. Our last day there had been clear (photo below) but clouds began to come in over the high peaks just before sunset. Sunset and sunrise paint the snow in glorious colours. The clouds muddied the colours.

Dawn had been even more cloudy, but it had cleared up soon after sunrise. During breakfast we kept our eyes on the clear view of the mountains. The day was great and the view was wonderful. We decided to travel along a route which would keep the high Himalayas in our view most of the time. This was a day when our luck held, until sunset.

March is cruel. The weather keeps changing, and predictions are not accurate more than a day in advance. When we arrived at the hotel the view we had was spectacular for a photographer (above) but disappointing for a traveler. Every year we keep telling ourselves “Next year we’ll come to the Himalayas in April.” Maybe next year we will.

By I. J. Khanewala

I travel on work. When that gets too tiring then I relax by travelling for holidays. The holidays are pretty hectic, so I need to unwind by getting back home. But that means work.

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      1. I have no camera as you would probably know.
        Well, you are a good person to ask. Can you recommend a point and shoot to me? Not DSLR. Something light, easy to use, and not too heavy on the pocket.

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      2. Hmm…my phone pics are pretty good too. All the pics in my posts are clicked through my phone. But space is becoming a constraint. Though I have the photos backed up in my laptop and have deleted several but don’t feel like deleting all. The phone being more handy, it is easier to look through some photos from the past. Hence, been thinking of a camera.

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  1. March is cruel in my mountains, too. But… I love the photos. As with a lot of other Americans who love mountains, the Himalaya exert a special, rather mystical, power on the psyche. When I was younger, I took that a lot more seriously than I do now. Now I seem to understand the power of unreachable beauty. ❤

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