Famous poets and journalists have penned words to praise the magnanimous beauty of Rara Lake. The lyrics to an old Nepali folk song go like this: “My love is as pure as the water of Rara, and I wish someday we two will float along with the serenity of the water till eternity.” The sight of the lake is stupendous. Human vision is limited, so to observe Rara, people have to mediate along with the waves of the lake and feel its fairness. Boating, walking around its shores, playing with the water and hearing the gentle flow of the waves makes it feel like heaven on earth.

With the crack of dawn, the sun spreads its warm golden rays on the lake. Meanwhile, the clouds and the sun play peek-a-boo with each other to further glorify the mystical lake from the sky. At dusk, the separation from the sun’s rays seems to be agonising for the lake. However, she bids farewell to the golden rays with a promise to come back another day with the same warmth and love. During the night, the lake relishes in the moonlight. During the winter, the magical lake is frozen. White snow graces the lake in the winter and the frigid moment seems to be frozen in time. Even though the flow of water is stopped in the winter, the mystical lake has no qualms about it. It silently waits for spring to come because the lake knows that her beauty will last till eternity. I have an unfulfilled desire to get more into the depth of Rara. I confess I am a worshipper of beauty. For the rest of the world, let them walk and ramble along the puzzling trails to find a pristine place on earth.