It was days since we properly talked to each other because we were too worried about our companion. And finally, sitting there atop the mountain with the beautiful sea below, we were finally calm.
Turning to look at Akhil, I smiled at him, and it slowly dawned on me that we had actually done it. We were safe and sound, almost back home from one of the most amazing experiences of our lives.
As we sat there watching the sunset, I remembered all the wonderful people we were lucky enough to meet — I remembered how much love they showed us.
I remembered the kids who dared us to a race through the hills of Sikkim. I remembered the tiny boy who wrapped his little fist around my finger and carefully led me through the trees, to his home.
I remembered how he clutched my collar and said he’ll miss me. I remembered how wonderfully elated and emotional I felt, and how I still regret not asking his name.
I remembered the small girl Avantika, whose energy and joy was contagious and smile heartwarming.
I remembered how it was to see those innocent, beautiful faces, how it transported me back to my childhood.
It was in that moment that I realized how much I learnt from this trip. It taught me what life is, and gave me a clear picture as to how life is meant to be.”
“All said and done, there’s nothing like eating puttu and kadala (native food item of Kerala ) after so many days!.”