Night halt of Siyalsaur and a memorable Night.
There was everything to celebrate the most important occasion for
two of us, solar candle lit dinner on the bank of hills surrounded meandering Mandakini,
self-composed music and dance by a young couple. This was our night-halt at Siyalsaur
on the way to Badrinath ji.
(LINKS TO OTHER PARTS FROM 1 TO 8 ARE GIVEN AT THE END.)
Guptkashi
appeared to be a big place on the way to our
Night halt at
Siyalsaur. The sound of traffic and
glares of light from the shops and houses broke our sleep.
Bade papa gave
us a tip and accordingly we soaked our feet for
hours together (until our vehicle reported) at the hot
spring waters of Gourikund. This worked better than analgesic tablets. Before
getting inside our vehicle, there were no more pain in the legs or joints and
we slept comfortably in the vehicle, even on the bad hilly road with jerks from
the potholes and bumps.
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Our scheduled night halt was at Tourist
Village of GMVN Siyalsaur. From this place, Tunganath via Chopta is only 50 Km.
The picturesque Deoria Taal is just 35 Km (2.5 Km trekking from Sari village.)
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There about 35 cottages on the bank of Mandakini at the “Tourist village,”
provide all the comfort that a tired mind and body deserves.
From the
outskirt of the Siyalsaur town, the vehicle traversed more than half a
kilometer on a spiral hilly road, and stopped at the “Tourist village” of GMVN.
As soon as the
headlights of our vehicle switched off, a blanket of darkness as if sprang upon
us neglecting the weak attempts of the dimly lit lanterns from the Reception
lobby.
However, within
moments, someone with a magic wand lit a series of lanterns unveiling the rows
of cottages. We only learnt later on that these were badly charged solar Lamps.
The continuous flow sound of the river current indicated the presence of
Mandakini just below the cottages.
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The cozy cottages
were meticulously cane furnished with weak solar lights not the smelly kerosene
lanterns. I quickly finished my bath and came outside to have a look at the
dark outside.
However, by
that time there was dim moon light and the hill surrounded meandered Mandakini
made a soothing atmosphere. I had a brainwave.
I whispered
something to the waiter boy who came to collect the orders for the dinner. With
an obliging node, he vanished in the darkness.
Just beside
the barbed fence, at a lonely corner, he nicely laid a small table, two red
chairs, and two medium sized Bonfire of charcoal for us. He also managed two fully
charged solar torches looking like lighted candles at the both ends of food
tray of Hotpots.
Susmita just
loved it and looked at me. With cleavages on her forehead, she said, “Well if
you want me to begin then thank you for remembering the day and giving me a
surprise.”
Emotions now
engulfed her, tears like pearl rolled down from her blinkering eyes. I
scratched my head in vain and surrendered “I do not get you. I just arranged a
dinner for two of us. Our anniversary is….”
She looked at
me and heaved a deep sigh “You know, the thing which I like the most in you is
that you never lied to me. Well! This is the day..”
I said “when
a sophisticated girl said Yes to a very simple boy”
“Better correct
it, a naughty but nice..”
I said “Thanks
for the compliment. I am hungry”
Menu was simple:
Hot tawa roti, dal, bengan bharta, Mixed Veg. and a small plate of Rosmalai for
the desert. She was busy in distributing the food items on two bright plates
except the desert a small plate of Rosmalai.
I took out my
mobile and put on a song: my lyrics, music composed and song by Susmita. It was a waltz biased tune on a
college fest but hummed and danced by many on that evening and brought us
together.
“Hold her hand
On your Palm,
Tell your heart
To be calm.
Have, have, all the fun,
Only with her charm
Hold her hand
On your palm
…………….”
She sat beside
me. We gazed at each other and started traversing back, down the sweet memory
lane of both of us.
The background
of dim moonlit Hills on the bank of the meandering Mandakini with rhythmic flow
sound of the high river current kept us mesmerized.
The music
continued and we saw a couple who came up the stairs from the bank of Mandakini,
stopped near the lawn to hear our music.
Holding
each other’s hand and with a matching step, they danced for a while and after waving
to us, they quickly ran to their room. That night we discovered that time could
make us oldies in appearances only.
FOR LINKS TO PART 1 TO PART 8 ARE GIVEN BELOW.
For Part 1
For Part 2
For Part 3
For Part 4
For Part 5
For Part 6
For Part 7
For Part 8
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3 comments:
A great place spend your anniversary. Many happy wishes to both of you!
Thank you Indrani. But this is not our anniversary, something else. Anyway thank you for wishing us the happy returns of the moment
Hey Nice post
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