THE TALE OF SHIVA & SATHI.

The tales of Lord Shiva and Sathi echo through the rise and fall of the surrounding hills and valleys as the young and old climb the steps of slate. The mountain that attains the name of ‘ Sirphu’, today, and the one that protects the land beneath from harsh winds finds its traces in this story of love and despair.A few small clusters of villages blend into the greenery of the area, one such being the village of Lespar located in the foot hill of the Sirphu mountain. The Sirphu Mountain, metaphorically takes on the role of a guardian by protecting its people from the harsh winter winds. Words spoken, tales narrated, and trails of plants like Rhododendrons add to the serenity of the place where Lord shiva is believed to have had dropped his beloved Sathi’s head in his moment of despair. Contrasting, to the village of Lespar bustling with houses, its people and their activities ; the mountains, its flowing streams and its surplus vegetation reside in silence with its memories of the lord himself and the people of the past.