This trip to Triund was more than just a trek—it felt like a quiet conversation with the mountains. The climb was steep in places, and my legs were aching by the time I reached the top, but the moment I sat on that rock, with my backpack beside me and the mist rolling in, everything slowed down. The fog had swallowed the peaks, turning them into soft outlines, like memories half-remembered. It was silent, but not empty. The kind of silence that makes you reflect. I didn’t speak much that day. I just sat there, watching the clouds drift, feeling the cold air on my face, and letting my thoughts settle. The forest behind me felt ancient, and the valley below was hidden, as if the world had paused just for me. That solitude didn’t feel lonely—it felt sacred. I carried a sleeping mat, a packed bag, and a restless mind. But I left with something lighter: a sense of calm, a few deep breaths, and the reminder that nature doesn’t rush. It just exists. And sometimes, that’s enough.

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Triund
India