Soon we were over the Himalayan Mountains. The snowcapped peaks, clothed in soft clouds here and there, presented a wonderful sight beyond words. I took out the binoculars to have a close and better look of the majestic peaks, mighty rivers, valleys and forests. As I viewed these, a strange and pleasant sensation ran through my spine. In the sun-light, the snow-covered mountain-peaks looked as if they were of gold. They changed colours along with the change in the degrees of sunshine and shadows of clouds.
In no time we reached our destination, and our plane began circling over the Tribunal Airport. The landing was very smooth and comfortable. A very intimate friend of my father lived in Katmandu. He was already there at the airport to receive us. It was a very pleasant and new experience for me to fly over to Katmandu from New Delhi. It looked like a short but a wonderful dream. Can I ever forget this experience? No, never. It has left an indelible impression on my mind.