By mid-noon, I was in Raipur and headed to same restaurant to quench my burning appetite. Rain did not stop and I was still thinking about the devastation on the shore of Orissa which Phalin might have caused while munching tondori rotis with Dal. Chhattisgarh is Naxal inflicted state so one should not mind those occasional stops by CRPF staffs to check your backpacks. Rain still did not stop and I hopped in the bus to Jagdalpur. YES, you read it right..
From a long time My mind has made a vibe that I would have to visit some or the other located destination in and around Himalayas where I can rest a bit from this chaotic crowd and spend my time with these enchanting ranges which connects me and the supreme power. My love for the Himalayas started when I visited Manali six months ago from then only I have decided that no matter what I will surely arrange and gift myself with various trips that would ease my mind and give calmness to the inner soul.
Raipur to Sambalpur is a scenic ride with villages dotted amid endless tract of paddy fields and occasional rivers. Enroute I crossed Mahanadi which is one of the most important rivers of the country and wide enough to deceive your sight.