The trek is tough especially if you choose the western side. The track is very steep at the bottom and the slope gradually decreases as the travel advances. The house is not located at the top of the hill but slightly below towards east so that the sun sets early on the house making Panjal even more beautiful during evenings when the color changes from striking white to saffron. The winds too aren’t strong here. It is at the periphery of what seems like a bunch of trees from far, but I think their number is strong enough to call them a forest. The house is surrounded by trees that bear fruits of every kind making summers even more memorable.  There are innumerable plump trees and no one cares much about them because of their numbers of course. Plumps aren’t very tasty either, I find them sour and hard to digest. All other wild fruits are hard to digest too but their taste attracts you towards them and you end up on the tree all day long. One such fruit is a relative of plump, the yellow ones with a lot of juice that would spill out if you don’t know how to place one on the lip and bite it not very hard and then just squeeze it with fingers for the sweetest juice you have ever tasted. Then there’s variety of pears with all strange local names. Some of them could really mess up your stomach. Oh, the apple trees most prized possession .  Scarecrows defend these and hence hardly any bird other than parrots flies near it. Parrots are smart birds after all. The walnut trees stand tallest at least among the fruit trees with its long branches and the fragrance that refreshes all of the senses. I like its smooth polished  bark. It makes them harder to get on though. There were some bushes of blackberry too. No raspberry but.
Bunch of Pears
Jaldaru the local name
The Eastern Side view of Shindara Road
The path to the abode.
Jabad. That would be “Pond” in English. How Beautiful !
View of Panjals.

The house last I remember was made up of mud. One room, a lobby, a kitchen, a cowshed that ironically had no cows, only buffalo. There was a bathroom too, a luxury hard to find in the locality. The kitchen was the center of universe for me with a fireplace with most effective chimney that had to be closed in case it rained. A small door or may be window lead directly to the cowshed. There were two windows one facing east towards the little pond and other faced the mighty Panjals. The walls colored either yellow or green. A big bed, the biggest one I have seen till date that was high to climb on too, rested in one corner of the lobby. The lobby in fact was very spacious and it took some time to walk across it. At the center was a pillar, wooden one with designs of all sorts on it with horn like structures near the top that act as hangers at times. Everything about the house reflected simplicity and agelessness.

I never  dared to venture into the forest alone. Reen, that’s what make up most of it with  some Chir trees disturbing the texture of the forest. And when there was slight wind, leaves of reen shook violently making the forest change its color from usual green to grayish. The leaves of Reen have two different colors on either side in case you didn’t know.
Green with Shades of White
Its calm and serene up there that provide sense of peace and tranquility. You can still hear water gushing against the rock of suran river. Even the echoing honks of trucks with bollywood styled horns isn’t very irritating. It breaks the silence but helps you realize that you aren’t far yet. The birds sound awesome there. Little fellas chirruping  greatest tunes of all times. And when they all sing together in the evenings, the symphony is truly transcendental.

River Suran
This is a place where radio sounds beautiful. The height means you get quality FM eleven Pak channels, last I counted, besides Radio Poonch. There’s one station dedicated to Rock and Metal if you want to break the silence in the atmosphere.
I am writing this because I have strong memories attached with that place and you never want to dilute those. Just a refreshing act. And I missed a lot finer details that make it ever more exciting.
The Western Side. Hillan and Chandak.

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