Genre: Memoir

After a grueling 8 hour walk, I reached the hanging village of Jhaka. A trekking novice, I’d trailed my group by almost an hour. After lunch, I stepped out for a smoke. My system craved for its shot of nicotine. As I was about to light up, the owner of the house, George Negi, came running up to me

‘Sir, smoking is not permitted in this village. Please smoke inside my house.’

I sat inside, near the window. The Negi family heirlooms were on the sill. I looked out. The pristine beauty of the village and the mountains moved me. I kept the cigarette inside. Smoking can wait.

Note: This is an excerpt from my diaries during the Rupin Pass Trek I went during this May. Rupin Pass is one of the most challenging treks in India. Jhaka is the last village on the way before we are at the mercy of the wilderness. You can find an earlier entry from the same trek here.

The picture in the prompt immediately reminded me of George Negi’s house. A couple of pictures of the same are below. 


The hanging village of Jhaka in the Himalayas.


George Negi’s House.

Thanks to the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her amazing Friday Fictioneers.

Photo prompt credit – Janet Webb

Jhaka photos – Varadharajan Ramesh

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