When I first looked at the way to Jamala village, I stared ahead of me in both horror and awe. I had never imagined people lived in villages with such arduous entrances— you did not walk to Jamala village, you climbed to it. But, at the same time, I also couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty along the path, a stone pathway intersected by tiny gentle streams and lined on both sides by beautiful green plants, ancient trees and vibrant wild flowers. The whole atmosphere is so pure, so invigorating that no wonder its residents are able to climb those steeply inclined paths with so much ease.
Our way up to the village was filled with thrills. From coming across beautiful flowers, meeting the lovely people of Jamala, to catching the first sight of a quaint Himachali house- the entire experience was exhilarating.