🌸 Interlude — The Hyderabad Break & The Leh Family Days

The Hyderabad Break -  When the road paused, but the journey didn’t. (1st–5th September)

Back in Hyderabad, life shifted from highways to office work — from rugged roads to the rhythm of home.

Missing Manali, Jispa, and Lahaul still leaves a small ache. Those roads — the dream route to Leh — I may never attempt again. But looking back, returning to Hyderabad was the best decision I could have made.

Instead of wandering aimlessly around Chandigarh or Shimla (which too were struggling with floods), or flying to Lehstraight from there without enthusiasm, I chose to come home — to spend time with family and join our community in the Ganesh Navratri celebrations.

That spiritual pause brought peace, grounding, and a sense of renewed energy. It restored the momentum that the blocked roads had drained away.

“Sometimes, what feels like a retreat is actually a realignment.”




The Leh Family Package - (6th–10th September)

This part of the journey turned into a family package in Leh — and what a beautiful turn it was.

The four of us — Vani, PSM (Mr. P. S. Murthy, fondly called PSM), his wife Jothi, and I — had some of the most memorable moments together.
Monasteries, crystal lakes, and laughter-filled evenings turned those few days into an experience of warmth and friendship.

Since this travelogue focuses on my solo journey, I will keep this portion brief. But those Leh days remain close to my heart — and PSM is creating a separate blog to capture the moments we shared there in full colour and detail.

    “Not every leg of a journey is meant to be solo — some are best lived in company that         makes every mile feel lighter.” 


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