is a village high in the Spiti Valley in the Himalayas at 4270 metres or 14,200 ft in Himachal Pradesh in northern India. It contains a monastery and the Kibber Wildlife Sanctuary. Kibber lies in a narrow valley on the summit of a limestone rock. It is located 16 kilometres from Kaza and a bus service connects them in the milder summer months. Agriculture forms the backbone of the local economy and lush green fields are abundant.

The village has around 80 houses, unique, given that they are made of stone instead of mud or adobe brick used extensively elsewhere in the Spiti valley. Kibber has a civil dispensary, a high school, a post office, a telegraph office and a community TV set in the village. Kibber Monastery was founded by Serkang Rimpochhe of Tabo.

While we stopped to get down, there was snow clad mountain on the left and the village on the right. The very first attraction was the high school which seemed huge. We interacted with teachers and students out there.
The sweetest kids whom we met on this journey were in Kibber. A simple hello turned into hugs and laughter and of course a click.

This particular girl found some fondness in me and I definitely found the likeness in her. We started conversing through the window of her house while I was on the road.
She invited me in her house and she wanted to hug me tight, it was magical and ineffable.
Her mother offered me tea. They were so warm and hospitable. Though I wasn’t officially her guest, she welcomes me so warmly in her house. We shared smiling moments and then I joined my group on a grass land where we were so damn free to laugh out loud. There was an air of happiness which had got into our lungs and while we breathed we could only smile with each one.

Some places are so much magical.
Even the animals of this place were happily enjoying their lives.

We spent hours sitting on the grass land and admiring the beauty of the place and simplicity. It was a contented place of happy and learned people which gave a fresh note to think about life in new dimensions.

We met some foreigners on the way back to the car and shared happiness with them too. Some meetings in life are few seconds but their remembrance lasts forever.