The Magic of Mansarovar

We stayed beside the Mansarovar Lake for whole two nights in rooms of threes and fours. The rooms were clean with adequate quilts, blankets and beddings. Electricity was available only for a few hours and at dinner time, a generator was used. The food was served by cooks and helpers who travelled along with us as our permanent staff. The best moments of the day was the morning chat and meditation near the banks of Lake Mansarovar itself. The food was vegetarian with cornflakes and milk in the morning to chow mein, puri and vegetables. The flavour was Indian and one could eat it with all humility and joy.

The morning chat and the constant staring at the ripples of this enchanting lake were enough for me to become meditative and absorbs bolts of morning energy. I was the first one to take my clothes off and rush into the arms of the great lake as I dipped my body in its holy waters again and again. The underbelly of the lake was soft and layered with moss and grass. One could easily walk on it and go deeper into the lake as I did. Then it was a lonely walk along its banks as the sun broke out in fiery red shimmering its colours on the surface of the water of this magnificent lake. Ducks quaked and floated on the lake as white gulls flew across and over its prestigious blue waters. It was magic unfolding every minute as the sunlight broke through.

Next day, I mounted my camera at its very banks to capture the nature and light of the sunrise. The colours, hue and texture of the images kept changing as the sun rose and the sky broke into different colours. On the extreme left was the great Mount Kailash over shadowed by icy white clouds hovering over the icy mountain peaks. My camera captured it all – the entire mood of the morning at Mansarovar. The only discomfort was that the men had to take the nature’s call out in the nature. That coupled with the scare and bark of the ferocious Tibetan dogs did make one jitter. The region has a telecommunication tower on the hill next to the lake. I got a peek of the great Rakshas Tal as we strolled up a hill to the nearby monastery. The walk did me a lot of good and I managed to capture the feel of the region. The yaks and the local nomads, the sheep and its horns litter the dusty pathways to the monastery. These are typically manned by a couple of monks who survive on the charity of the pilgrims. The monastery is ancient but well-kept with a large golden Buddha at the centre. One can sit in silence here for a while and pray. This is the first glimpse and test at a high altitude and one gets the feel of what follows but two days is enough to get acclimatised and energise oneself for the trek towards Mount Kailash.

Till then, enjoy the pictures of Mansarovar Lake and drown in its magic.

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