🏔️ Deomali: A Journey That Changed My Mindset
Sometimes, a simple trip can become a turning point in life. My journey to Deomali Hill wasn’t just about reaching the top — it was about rediscovering myself, my dreams, and the real meaning of travel.
🌅 Arrival at Deomali Before Sunset
It was around 5:30 PM when I reached the base of Deomali Hill, just before sunset. The golden light painted the mountains, and the chill of evening air whispered adventure. I parked my bike at the base camp, took a deep breath, and prepared for my climb.
Just as I was ready to start, I met two local friends who were also planning to trek. We decided to climb together — three strangers chasing the same sunset.
🥾 The Trek to the Peak
The trek was tougher than I expected — steep, rocky, and full of surprises. It took us about 30 to 45 minutes to reach the peak area, but every minute of struggle was worth it. As we climbed higher, the evening sky turned into a masterpiece of colors — orange, pink, and purple melting into one another.
When we reached the top, the view took my breath away. The world below looked small, and the clouds drifted lazily across the horizon. I spent almost two hours at the peak, watching the sunset disappear behind the hills. It was pure magic.
🔥 Night at the Base Camp
As darkness fell, I trekked back down to my base camp, set up my tent, and prepared a small bonfire. The cold wind was strong, but the warmth of the fire and the silence of nature created a peace I can’t describe.
I spent the whole night alone — just me, the stars, and my thoughts. The sky above was filled with countless stars, reminding me of my childhood dreams. The sound of the night breeze felt like a mother’s lullaby, soft and soothing, helping me drift into deep sleep.
🌄 Morning Fog and a Bike That Refused to Start
The next morning, I woke up early to pack my tent and prepare for the ride back. But the fog was thick, and my bike refused to start. The engine was too cold, and it took nearly an hour to warm up and finally come to life again.
While waiting, I just stood there, watching the fog lift slowly from the hills — it was like nature’s curtain rising for a new day.
😄 Meeting the “Three Idiots” of Travel
When I reached the starting point, life threw another surprise at me. I met three amazing travelers — I like to call them the ‘Three Idiots’ (inspired by the movie, but with a twist).
They were of different ages — one my age and unmarried, another around 35, and the third about 45. Three different generations, but the same mindset — full of curiosity, laughter, and love for travel.
Each of them had their own bike, their own story, and no proper plan — just the road and freedom. Talking to them made me realize something important — traveling has no age limit, no perfect plan, and no rules. It’s about the journey, not the destination.
💭 A New Mindset, A New Beginning
That day, my second solo trip turned into a life-changing experience. The three strangers taught me that true traveling is not about how far you go or how perfectly you plan — it’s about how deeply you live every moment.
As a person from a military background, I’ve always followed structure and discipline. But that day, standing on Deomali Hill, I decided to live freely, travel more, and let the road teach me what no book ever could.
I continued my journey with my new friends for two more days, and it was nothing short of amazing. Together, we laughed, explored, and created memories that will stay forever.
🌍 Conclusion: The Real Conquer
When I look back now, I realize that conquering Deomali Hill was not about climbing to the top — it was about conquering my own fears, routines, and limitations.
That hill gave me something more valuable than a view — it gave me a new way to see life.