How it feels to fly over sky of my Hometown Pokhara by Damodar Parajuli, Instructor Level Tandem Flight Pilot
- Fewa Med
- 3 hours ago
- 1 min read
Pokhara...
A land where the sky embraces the mountains...
and the human soul touches freedom.
Here... every flight begins with a heartbeat.
A deep breath.
A step toward the edge...
and a surrender to the wind.
From the heights of Sarangkot...
the world unfolds like a living painting.
Look below...
Phewa Lake shimmers like a mirror of the heavens.
Look above...
The sacred peaks of Annapurna and Machhapuchhre stand eternal...
silent... powerful... watching.
This is not just adventure.
This is meditation... in motion.
But beauty does not come without challenge.
The valley winds of Pokhara...
they speak in whispers... and warnings.
I try to read the sky:
The shape of a cloud...
The warmth of a rising thermal...
The sudden breath of wind from the west.
Even the birds become teachers.
Where the eagle rises...
the paraglider follows.
Yet sometimes...
the valley shows its strength. Winds shifts periodically ,
fog forms and the mountains remind all who fly...
that nature is not to be conquered...
only respected.
And then comes the descent.
The return to earth,
The landing.
The moment where precision meets grace.
Not too fast...
Not too slow...
Just trust... and touch.
And when the feet finally touch the ground again...
There is silence.
A silence filled not with fear...
but with awe.
Because for a pilot in Pokhara...
Flight is not escape.
Flight is home.
The sky...
is not above us.
The sky...
is within us.
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