Struggling to keep up with them, we were hiking down a muddy trail when suddenly it started drizzling. We had been hiking for almost 3 hours at this point. The path got muddy and slimy, the rain fell on us and suddenly we saw a villager. He led us to his village close by, where there were around 15 houses on the whole. They had nothing, most of them shabby but when they saw us, they wanted to help us. They gave us a towel to dry ourselves, and hot butter tea. Looking around I could make that this was a luxury for them and maybe they didn't drink tea often but they saw how tired and lost we were. So they made us stay at their hut till the rain stopped and made sure we were warm and fit enough before venturing out again.
This was what I had needed. The warmth from family. It wasn't mine but it was still tea prepared by a mom. A dad getting worried about us and the kids playing around us, with open eyes. It was wonderful. There was happiness. I was tired and losing all hope when we came across them. I had been walking for almost 5 straight hours by then and energy was running low.
All I needed was kindness and warmth from a stranger and I was back. After the tea we started out hike back and though it took us another 3 hours to get back, I made it. It wouldn't have been possible without the tea and the love. It is such moments you travel for. For realizing there is love and hope in the world. It comes to you when you need it the most and makes sure you go ahead. You will reach your destination. Things always work out! :)