Visit to Dhankar Lake to explore the pearl on the spiti valley of himalayas. Next morning we set out early for the Dhankar Lake after breakfast. A steep ascend through the road that is enormously rocky and full of boulders led us to the Dhankar Lake. At the first encounter the lake seemed to be a small pond from the side we entered the lake basin, but as the full view of the lake opened before our eyes, we felt like we are at home at last, in perfect tranquility and unending recess. The lake at two sides is encircled by brown-grey colored hills and at other sides it is open to the huge splendor of snow covered peaks. The length of the lake is twisted to the left side and there the water is deeper with transparent green of the shadow of molasses trembling in cool wind. After resting at the lake side for half an hour with the gleaming specter of snow peaks at distance and with the play of wind over the glittering ripples over the lake surface we went to the other side of the lake. The splendor that we experienced at the other side of the lake is not just a visual delight, but it encapsulated the supreme vision of the Himalaya in its most tranquil and peaceful haven. From one side the brown grey hills are mirrored in the green depth of water and just beside it on the other side the snow peaks are reflected in the faded blue tranquility of the lake interspersed by the reflection of a small Stupa like relic and a traveler's camp at the lake side. It was heaven for our eyes and senses and it was also the road's end in our summer trekking in the Spiti valley. Now it is time to return where we have set out.
On our way back to Kaza following a steep descend over the boulders of the hill side up to the main road we encountered a shepherd with his yaks and cows grazing on the small patches of grass and weed. The shepherd with his wild hair and look voluntarily approached us and posed before our lenses. He is as young as to deserve schooling and but when we asked about his life and from when he began to work as a shepherd he looked over the river bed of Spiti flowing below in deep oblivion. An orange sadness of dusk set over our rusty and ragged faces and we waved our hands to each other in silence.
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