Soon, the horizon was once again brightly blue and yet the zenith was of dusk's shade. We decided to return back the way we came. We were stuck midway from both the points on our map and it has started to drizzle. Maintaining balance was becoming increasingly difficult as the drizzle changed into a heavy downpour; one wrong footstep would have taken us straight into the depths of flooded Yamuna. Our nightmare came alive when we saw the cattle, that was equally distressed in its attempts to maintain balance against the sand-slide caused by the rainfall, falling directly into the river which was now wide mouthed ready to engulf everything that the rainfall is eroding away.
Two of our friends were experienced Trekkers who decided to guide us out of this predicament. They started giving us the lead advising us to look out for snakes before grabbing on to the wild bushes as we struggled to control our limbs against the flowing soil. Everything was hazy by now due to the heavy downpour and it seemed a little too much to be cautious of the venomous snakes while trying not to drown.
Our experienced friends were continuously asking us to keep our feet firmly and obliquely to be able to walk. They held on to some wild branches, protruding from the sides of the Fort wall, with one hand and grabbed our hand with another as we slipped and struggled. It was hard to escape drowning and harder not to drown them as they risked to rescue us. It seemed as if all the water spirits were waiting for us to join their league and the rain gods were reluctant to showcase their bow.