The author is a Nature worker since last 45 years. Founder of a mountaineering organization called Giridoot. Organizer of one and only International Film Festival in India. Have traveled the world by hitchhiking in early 70s.

Man is God’s creation, and as much is God Man’s creation. There, in deepest recess of Himalaya, is the tryst where Man meets God.

For aeons, on the Himalaya has been stepping many a lover and worshipper the Great Life. They gave a way everything to be out on the quest, uncasing quest. No man can undertake the quest when the world is too much, howsoever little, with him. It is renunciation that pays there, and brings the deepest peace, and puts the soul in tune with the infinite.

They chose the path of devotion to love. Without freedom from desires, one cannot light up the lamp of devotion. The Lamp was lit; to the lamp of body came the sacred moment of worship. The deepest devotion covered up the cresset.

The Himalaya is the eternal temple. There I did never meet with fearsome, but with sweetness, comeliness and ecstasy. The mind transcends its singleness, and gets in touch with the universal mind. Limitations drop off, and there rises a pecan of universal life. Thirst is now slaked; hunger is appeased. Soul has to be exchanged for soul. Here lies the domain of eternal peace. Here unites thought with meditation. That is why the Himalaya stands for the poetry of life. For ages there has been going on the soul’s tune on the harp of the seeker who has renounced the world. There is the ineffable and yet eternal story of life.

I happened to be a traveler on the holy path. I tried to see my heart’s content, but could not. Perhaps that is my deficiency. And the I heard somebody calling ‘ Traveler, have you lost your way?’