Because Wrong Is At Times Best

Because Wrong Is At Times Best

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We woke up at 7:30 am in the morning overcoming little hangover after the last night party. All of us were amazed to see the mesmerizing view, the dark green Deodar trees, the snow covered mountain tops shinning brightly. Everything was so close to us. We could feel the cold breeze that was reflected by the majestic Himalayas. It was enriching us and calling us to reach out to them. After having a satisfying breakfast we were all set to leave for our mini trek. We took our cameras (phones that had no signal), money, parle-g biscuits and one water bottle. Starting from Tosh our destination was Kutla that was approximately one and a half hour away. We decided this route as all of us were not very fit to complete a full-fledged trek.

I have always found deep interest in adventurous activities and was deeply distressed when the plans of trek were canceled. But I reckon I have a very different trek style. And this is what I have concluded after by last trek experience. I get tired and lose hope in the initial 10-15 minutes only. But if I gather courage and continue walking I can walk miles. Also, there are certain additional rules applied. I don't take breaks in between, as I believe this takes me back to the initial state where I need motivation after some time as mentioned earlier.

All six of us were full of enthusiasm as we stared, appreciating the nature that surrounded us. But with time and increasing height, some of us were losing hope. We took our first break after crossing the river in a small cafe. The break was long and I felt a bit irritated. So I decided to move forward, thinking this would make them wrap up things fast. But they were too busy taking selfies. Finally, they agreed to move. The difficulty level of trek increased as the path was steeper now. Two of my friends almost completely gave up, so we decided to end our journey here only. We stopped on a huge stone and the girls again began their selfie session. This time I could take it no more and be determined to walk alone. They decided to stop me but I was in no mood to listen. I assured them that I would not go too far remain in their sight and would come down as soon as called.

Climbing up along the steep mountain slope, I felt free. Nature was a source of inspiration that fueled my every step. I sat down at times wondering about my life. Thinking about how my romantic affairs were overpowering my life. I think I have fallen for someone he is free as air, strong as a mountain and yet gentle as a flowing river. Majority of my time these days is spent on thinking about his opinion on me. This uncertainty and doubt at times takes away the sweetness and joy of appreciating him deep down in my heart. These expectations have led me into a cage of over thinking that is ceasing my growth. This was not the first time of such realization but now it was with a strong will to live life more than thinking about it. Between all this, the path got tougher and tougher. I enjoyed being adventurous. At times I got down and changed my path. Holding a stick in my hand for the support I continued. It was truly fun to be independent.

For the first time I noticed my group taking a different path, I inquired. They told me that I had taken the wrong path and asked me to come down. Assuring them of my company I advised them to continue walking. I said this with a lot of confidence but somewhere deep down in my heart I was a little scared. Going all the way down and then joining them would have taken a lot of time. So I decided to take a shortcut, travel across the mountain slope to get to the other side. This was not at all simple as the slope was quite steep and dangerous. At one time I was completely relying on my right side and walking. The only support was the grass on the side. Holding the grass firmly, carefully balancing myself I kept walking. I was feeling myself as the protagonist of ' The man versus wild ', show that is based on surviving in the worst conditions. I recalled Bare Grills telling, "In worst conditions, you can't question your decisions again and again. You just have to be confident and stick to your choices once you have made one ". This is what that kept me going. Moving forward I reached a place that was wet, marshy covered with grass. Your feet went inside as you stepped. I had no other choice, I ran with my maximum speed. My shoes were completely wet and I could feel the cold water. Ignoring everything just ran and finally reached my group. No doubt it was scary and risky. I could have fallen down and could have hurt myself badly. But still, I enjoyed it. Everyone scolded me for my impatient decision of not staying with the group. They were completely unaware that I had taken more dangerous decisions. I remained absolutely normal and told them none of any rescue story. As at that place and time I surely won't have been appreciated.

By this time all were ready to complete the trek and it took us 15-20 minutes more. Everyone was happy as the feeling of accomplishment was satisfying. But for me, the best part was the solo-trek. I will always cherish it. No matter my decision was wrong but it taught me more than the right one would have.


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