In dependence on the practice of a path which is an indivisible union of method and wisdom, you can transform your impure body, speech, and mind into the pure exalted body, speech, and mind of a Buddha.
The enchanting mantra – ‘Om Mane Padme Hum’ resonates throughout the Spiti valley. The prayer flags, prayer wheels, mani stones, temples and monasteries, all reverberate how the people of Spiti have embraced this non-violent and compassionate religion since 9th century AD when Padmasambhava brought Buddhism to this valley. Never could I have imagined a green-less valley to be so beautiful and therapeutic for the soul. The monastic life of people and humble hospitality had touched me deep inside.
“Its 5.30 in the morning and so cold outside. Where were you?”
“I drew a painting when I was small. I wanted to live that painting. Kibber looks like that painting or may be more beautiful than that painting.” replied she. With head in hands, we sat near the window to gaze this natural painting. We talked. We talked about people of Spiti. We talked about mountains. And we talked about life. We were no more just travelling in Spiti. We were living Spiti.
Didi knocked the door to have breakfast. The breakfast was yummy. Deshek said he will drop us at Kaza on his Royal Enfield but we already had booked a taxi for Tabo. There is a bus for Kaza from Kibber at 7.30AM in the morning. Didi and Deshek gave us a warm goodbye and I knew I would miss them as badly as I’d miss Kibber.