"Wake up Dhilung! Come out side!"
My dad shouted at his lazy sleeping child. And this was what I got to see when I broke my cocoon of that warm sleeping bag.
This was the sixth day we had been trekking continuously along the Barun Valley. Pretty exhausted by a very tough trail along the landslide from Mumbuk to Yangle Kharka to Nghe the previous day. We had arrived Nghe so late that everything around was covered by mist and the darkness, only to veil the surprise for the next day.
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