I carried my 13 Kgs of luggage along and started walking towards the village of Ghangaria. After 20 minutes of walking I was short of breath, the three bags seemed a burden and I had come only 1 Km ahead. There were shops all along the path but not even a single trekker that I could see or be along with. I continued my trail asking the shopkeepers about how much time would it take me to reach Ghangaria and the answers would only demotivate me. They told that I could only reach there by night and I was already so tired and exhausted from the ride and the sleepless night that I wanted to reach Ghangaria in a maximum of 1 hour and sleep. Another 2 Kms with frequent breaks and I reached a shelter shed built for rest, I saw two people sitting there. I had already considered them to be my partners for the trek, I reached them and hoped to make friends with them, but they were busy crushing marijuana leaves! They were not going to Ghangaria, I sat along with them for a while having rest and seeing them crushing marijuana.
I walked for another kilometer, found a suitable bench, gave up to walk any further, laid down, trying to catch my breath back and closed my eyes. Neither did I want to go ahead, nor did I want to go back, just stay at the place as and how I was.
To my luck, a group of 3 men came and sat for rest next to me. I saw them, smiled and Jagdeep, his friends and I were now team-mates on this Ghangaria mission.
Along the way the group got bigger and we all were each others strength.
Finally by 8 pm we reached Ghangaria, almost dead, entirely exhausted, and extremely hungry. I was walking down the street while I saw Reshma, a zostel friend sitting at a restaurant, I met her and Shazad (a 15yr barber in Ghangaria), Shazad helped me with food. After the trek and the long ride I was feeling as if I have been drugged, extreme leg pain, the temperature in Ghangaria was as low as 10 degree Celsius and my bones where catching the cold. I just needed a place to fall asleep, Shazad offered me accomodation in his small tin shed home which I graciously accepted.
Shazad lived with his younger brother Nyyed and mother, Shehnaz. He dropped Reshma at the Gurudwara Gobind Dham and I went to Shazad's home. His mother gave me a warm blanket, she had never ever seen a movie, so I played Shazad and his family a movie on laptop as I slept.