I am trying to cook some ready to eat Upma after hours of driving around the ring road. I dump whatever greens and veggies I find in my grocery bag, in the pot. "If only I had some mango pickle to go with this, how tasty would that be?", umm, thinking to myself as I almost drool over the thought. I serve myself some of the Upma in the bowl, pour some bourbon mixed with water, and join the other hostel mates, dining in the kitchen area. They all had been preparing to go hunting- Aurora hunting! I overhear the conversation earlier, so out of curiosity I ask, if there is a good chance to see some today. I am trying to hide my expressions, arising from the concoction of bitter whiskey and Upma(terrible combination), when someone said, "It doesn't look great today, the forecast is only 2 KPI. But nevertheless sky is clear so we are going out anyway". Another dialogue runs in my head, so this is it, if not today, I won't have any chance to get good shots of Northern lights to take back home for family, friends and Instagram.
I finish my dinner, clean up the kitchen, fill my flask with hot-water and bourbon cocktail, to keep myself warm and pack my backpack. As soon as I get out of the hostel, a rush of excitement fills me. I drive outside the town, which takes about few minutes and come to a halt near the giant wind mills. I stop at a byway, just in case I need to change location as the Aurora's can be visible anywhere across the horizon. I set up my tripod, scramble for the camera remote, headlight, gloves and my flask in the dark. Already a little tipsy, I take some test long-exposure shots. After a bit of strolling around, I rub my eyes and squint a little, just to be sure what I am looking at, in the view finder. Is that it? Where is this green band of light coming from, I look up from the view-finder, but I see grayish clouds. I take some more long-exposures and the color and patterns intensify. I scream a little in excitement, that's when I told myself. This is the day, girl. This is it, your ultimate test, go get some good shots, and the rest is history.