Planning a trip to Himalayas by road, in the monsoon, is a suicide as they say with the rains and frequent landslides.
Generally, a plan starts with convincing our parents, but here we had to convince ourselves first whether its worth the risk and only after that, our parents. That we did, in our own 'ways' (Or maybe we didn't!)
When we laid out the plan, we were 8, from which 4 backed out (happens with everyone I guess). Me, Raman, Zeeshan (the photography enthusiast),Shivangi(the tomboy)were left. That was a moment we had to decide whether to keep the plan or not, and thank god we did. We planned to pull it off anyway, just the four of us, two Enfields and a DSLR.
A night before leaving my home for Chandigarh, I could not sleep. The inhibitions started to pour in and started to get over the best of me, I mean "What if we really are wrong?", "What if something happens to us?", "Should not we be listening if everyone is telling us not to go?". These were the questions I had a hard time convincing myself "its okay" to, and maybe it happened to all four of us, we did not really talk about this.
But somehow when the morning started to set in and I still had my eyes wide open, my mom then told me 'Its okay if you think its okay, just trust yourself and keep my son safe at all times'. That day I again realized how much she loves me, I know how much she must have been scared to let me go (when I myself was), still she did not stop me, because she knew it was important for me.
Well this was the push I needed I guess, and you know, it felt like I grew up a little that day. Then's that i started with a tank full of my bike and headed off to Chandigarh.