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I sit at the flying site, waiting for tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will take off the cliff and talk to the birds. I don’t think I will be able to sleep tonight. Its difficult to stop thinking about it. A jump from 2600 meters to 1400 meters and I will be air-bound for half an hour. I can feel my adrenaline rushing already!
My thoughts were wandering in all possible directions. I was waiting for that moment when I will fly off the cliff. I was waiting to experience an amazing adventure sport, Paragliding.
Paragliding at Bir-Billing is an experience in itself. An experience not much known to Indians. The experience I am sharing here, dates back to the month of May’13 when I was exploring Himachal Pradesh, all alone. I had traveled alone to the flying site along with my back pack and a tent. After a night of camping at the flying site, I was going to jump off the cliff with the Paraglider descending at a breathtaking speed.
I reached the flying site by lunch time. After a sumptuous meal, I sat staring at the picturesque site in front of me. The never ending terrains of lands, the distant river, the tiny looking far-away mountains and the magnanimous snow clad mountains in the back drop created another world altogether. I spent the whole afternoon reading a novel and admiring the nature around. I indulged in the peace and silence around, waiting for the sun to set.
In the evening, I met a pilot who would accompany me for paragliding. After a small chat, I went to explore the nearby terrains while the sun continued its journey towards the horizon. As the evening was ending, the pilots were becoming anxious. Some clouds had formed in the sky. Due to this, they might have to cancel their scheduled flights. However, the clouds gave way to the sun and the pilots sprinted to grab their gears. In no time, all these pilots who were sulking because of the clouds, were air bound. Even after an hour, they were circling around the mountains.
Seeing them air bound, my heart started beating rapidly. The only thought that came to my mind was that next morning, I would also be flying at a height of 9,000 ft.
I did not realize when the evening passed and it was time for camp fire. 4 guys had joined from Mumbai and we sat with the fire flickering and a blanket of stars covering us. Savoring the delicious food prepared by the our tour guide, we chatted, in high spirits, like long lost friends. Finally, we headed towards our tent. I slept, hoping to be in a good physical state to fly the next day.