As I set off, accompanied by Ashis Thapa, mountaineering instructor for Sterling Holidays Resort and the adventure sports manager of the resort, Hira it started to drizzle. And this organisation in Mcleodganj, being safety concerned, doesn’t want to take any risks. Moreover, the paragliders that are bought from China cost around Rs 2-3 lakh each and get damaged if they come in contact with mud and water. Hira opined, “These paragliders are costly. In China, there is an international paragliding festival and they have norms that they cannot use old paragliders, so each year they sell these gliders at a discounted rate after single use.” Only licensed paraglider pilots are hired for this activity.After the rain has stopped and sun shone mild, we decided to take the plunge. Protected by a shining helmet and glasses, the pilot behind me pushed a bit signaling me to run. At the edge of the gorge that plunged almost 2,000 meters, the glider flung open and in a snap of a finger I was “Up, up in the air!” The wind gushed past me. On my right was Mcleodganj. Since I had been there before I could make out from the sky, which building might be the parliament of the Tibetans in exile. Sitting on the harness of the glider with a huge backpack behind me that is supposed to work as airbag in case of a casualty I could see blue above and below. Now as we gained height, I could clearly see the Mcleodganj cricket stadium painted red. The matchbox-sized houses below made me feel like a “monarch of all I survey”. And a glimpse of white birds chirping and flying alongside made me feel this was the holiest experience I had ever gone through.After around minutes, my pilot insisted on descending. The landing calls for caution as untimely landing may send a cramp through the legs. Luckily we landed safely. The landing spot is far down from the takeoff place, though this is also a part of Indrunag. One can have a coffee to boost oneself and get into the car already waiting there.