Amazing Motorcycle Ride to a Hidden Heaven called Chindi in Himachal #Steemit

Our ride began early on a Friday morning. The roads were empty and we were fast, very fast. Now I do realize that speeds in excess of 150 kmph is something a lot of us have done but that on a small 200 cc motorcycle takes you near the edge, the real edge. Cheap thrills I must say but thrills nevertheless.

First stop, the overrated parantha stop, Murthal. We ate at Gulshan Dhaba there, ordering their “famous” paranthas, cooked in an oven and serve with butter (if you sense a little sarcasm here it is absolutely correct). Once the humans and the machines were refilled we started off with the next leg of the journey.

First 60 minutes of our journey was enough to be qualified as setting a land speed record since we were hellbent on twisting the throttle hard and pushed those respective little 200 and 150 cc engines to their screaming best. Having touched top speed in excess of 150kmph, we were forced to halt to satiate the basic hunger for food, us being human after all.

We stopped at Gulshan dhaba in murthal, a place famous for paratha which is roasted in an oven and served with white butter. We gobbled up 2-3 parathas each and had a sipping hot cup of tea afterwards, all this because we knew from here onwards we have a long ride to cover, so better to fill ourselves up to brim, just like our motorcycle’s respective fuel tanks.

After riding for next 3 hours, we reached the Zirakpur tool booth from where the Himalayan Expressway begins and in another 30 mins we were at the foothills. These hills are so majestic that they have the power to turn anybody into a thinker and realize the true purpose of life.

Same happened to us as well, we stopped briefly and gazed upon the big mountains covered in lush green trees. It looked so serene that we were literally trying to capture as much as possible and store in our memory. It is times like these that make you realize how mundane and monotonous our lives are in metro cities.

Now that we wanted more of this natural serenity, we started our climb into the hills towards Shimla. Crossing Kalka and Solan, which are a total mess as they are crowded and roads too are laden with potholes, we were almost begging for good roads. Soon, we reached a bypass road and things begin to clear of the commercialization, with more scenic turns coming our way giving us a chance to lean our bikes and scrape our knees on the tarmac.

Another couple of hours torturing our butts, we had reached Shimla, only to not enter it and just swing by. We were now heading towards Mashobra which is a small town with nothing much to offer. But, once you cross it, the beauty of Himachal begins to unfold.

Those deep valleys, hills with golden grass flowing with the wind and that tiny looking river Beas flowing far away; there is no way you would not stop and capture this moment both in your eyes and your camera.

It is pretty interesting that the tiny looking river magnifies in size as we descend from Mashobra to Tattapani, all the way to its banks. It is only when you stand next to it, do you realize its magnitude and it isn’t just the size of the river but the beauty and serenity too, that amplifies.

From here on, we again started climbing up to Chindi, the valleys became deeper and vaster while the hills were busy playing hide and seek with the clouds. By now the sun too had set and it’s last light glancing from between the trees, creating a mesmerizing scene. Within few minutes our journey had concluded and we had reached Chindi, a hill station not at all popular, never heard of but contrarily extremely beautiful and journey of a lifetime.