With the rain not stopping for a second, we decided to take a break and have lunch. We stopped at a Dhaba which served warm chapattis, nicely sautéed veggies, lemon wedges and onion slices. I have never enjoyed this much. Well, sanitation of the place was an issue but in weather like that, getting any food seemed like a blessing. This is what life teaches; maybe you are the most privileged person but you have to bend your knees before Mother Nature. Then, we again resumed the journey, well with a weak network connectivity to good news popped up on my mobile, Yippie I was promoted in my job. I was like Dalhousie if you were a guy, I would smooch you hard.
On the journey, the air had created so much fog that it seemed like a haunted ride to some ghostly mansion. The roads winded in cautionary curves, and all I could see was small huts surrounded by beautiful and blooming flowers in pink, red, blue; you just name it. The sights are captured in my mind as the most Happy Place. Well, I won’t be doing the Patronus remembering my happy moment, but it helps to keep the happy moments rolling in.