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Somewhere between valleys and peaks, I found a version of myself I didn’t know existed. My journey to Spiti Valley didn’t start with a perfect plan; it started with a heavy heart that simply wanted to pause, breathe, and escape the noise for a while. I packed a backpack, not a trolley, because I didn’t want to carry my past with me. Solo travel was something completely new for me. I came from a life of family trips and outings with friends, and being the first “crazy” person in my family to travel alone felt both exciting and terrifying. Yet somehow everything fell into place. Within two days of hearing the name Spiti, I had made my bookings, not knowing that this decision would quietly change me forever.
When I finally reached the mountains, something shifted inside me. Spiti Valley didn’t just show me a new landscape; it introduced me to a new version of myself. The silence of the mountains felt comforting, almost protective, as if they were quietly holding all the emotions I had carried for so long. The cold desert, the ancient monasteries, and the endless sky made me realise something simple yet powerful: it’s okay to not be okay. In those quiet moments under the stars, I felt seen, understood, and strangely at home.
My first trek was another moment that changed me. I had never imagined myself climbing a peak, but when I finally stood there, I didn’t celebrate or shout. I just stood silently, looking at the horizon, feeling a kind of peace I hadn’t experienced in years. Not the peace that comes from finishing work or achieving something, but the kind that wraps around you in cold winds and still manages to give warmth. That day I cried, not because I was exhausted, but because I realised I had proved my own doubts wrong. It was the moment I understood that the mountains had accepted me exactly as I was.
Since then, I keep going back to the mountains because life feels simple there. You breathe, you walk, you laugh, and you watch the sky change colours. The stars seem to tell stories while you sit quietly listening. Backpacking and trekking didn’t just give me experiences; they gave me lessons, strength, and stories that will stay with me forever. I once thought I was escaping when I left my job, but in reality, I was walking toward myself. I came back from Spiti, but Spiti never really left me.
