Rara Lake

Maybe what made Rara unforgettable wasn’t just the lake,the snow, or the mountains.

It was us college friends,endless laughter, and calling each other “badda” every five minutes.

I went there on January 21, and somehow, by January 24, I was celebrating my birthday surrounded by the same people, in the same beautiful madness.

Rara was more than a trip; it became one of those memories where every “badda” still takes me back.

Rara was cold, but somehow, those days felt warm.

I left Rara with its beauty in my eyes, my friends in my heart, and the kindness of its people I’ll never forget.