Kedarkantha: A Journey Through Legends and Snow


In Uttarakhandโ€™s hills, where legends grow,

Lies Kedarkantha, wrapped in snow.

Starting from Sankriโ€™s quiet start,

The trek reveals natureโ€™s heart.

Through pine forests, winding deep,

Stories of Shiva, in silence, keep.

At Juda-ka-Talab, calm and clear,

A lake born of hairโ€”a tale held dear.

Shiva found peace in the mountain air,

Till a bull disturbed him there.

Off he went to Kedarnathโ€™s height,

Leaving stories in morning light.

At twelve thousand feet, under skies so wide,

A shrine awaits on the mountainside.

With Trishul planted firm in snow,

Locals come with reverence to show.

The Pandavas sought blessings here,

But Shiva, disguised, stayed near.

Bheem chased him down; parts fell away,

Creating Kedarkantha, where legends stay.

Swargarohini shines, heaven-bound,

Bandarpoonch and Black Peak around.

In winterโ€™s cloak, the world stands still,

A wonderland for heart and will.


So walk with care on this ancientย Kedarkantha Trek,

For Kedarkantha callsโ€”no looking back.

I was 35, feeling the pull of the mountains, so I set out for Kedarkantha in the heart of Uttarakhand. Starting at Sankri, I found myself surrounded by snow-draped peaks and ancient forests, each step echoing with local lore. The pine trails were more than just scenic pathsโ€”they were alive with stories of Shiva and whispered myths, and at Juda-ka-Talab, the stillness of the lake held its own mystery, said to have formed from a strand of Shivaโ€™s hair. The legend goes that Shiva himself meditated here, though disturbed by a bull, he retreated to Kedarnath, leaving behind tales in the snow.

As I climbed higher, reaching nearly twelve thousand feet, the summit opened up in a way Iโ€™ll never forget. Beneath an open sky, I found a small stone shrine with a Trishul planted in the snowโ€”a place where locals come to honor the spirit of the mountain. The Pandavas, too, had once sought Shivaโ€™s blessing here, though he appeared in disguise. I could almost picture Bheem chasing him through the peaks, pieces of the legend falling into place.

At the summit, surrounded by Swargarohini, Bandarpoonch, and Black Peak, I felt both humbled and alive. In winter, Kedarkantha transforms into a wonderland; every ridge and rock seems to carry a story. Itโ€™s a journey that leaves you with more than memories. Itโ€™s as if the mountain itself stays with you, calling you back.

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