3rd day in the morning I made a big mistake, so there in pushkar when you take bhang (which they call special lassi on bill), they ask you which level; as there are 5 levels of bhang, and with sweet the intensity of that increases even more. In morning around 10 am I had the 5th and highest level possible. For 1 hour I was fine but then, oh then, things got ugly. My head was spinning as if veins and eyes will pop out. Bhang wasn’t getting over, so they gave me coconut, nothing worked, then curd after 30 mins, again nothing worked. I thought death is near or something, then I had lemon water and puked after 30 mins. That ahemdabad friend helped a lot. In the night I had bus to catch for delhi, so I called my friend that whether I should board bus in this condition or not, she said wait till night. So, I waited and boarded the bus after I felt a bit fine. After reaching home the next day I didn’t regret even a single thing happened in those 3 days, because everything just made it more flawed and perfect. That day I took a risk and I survived, I was lucky that I survived, I was blessed that I am still surviving with all the planned risks I take and even the unplanned ones. You know what, if you won’t take risk, then you won’t touch new boundaries and set no limit to who you are. Because you can never know yourself completely as with situations you understand these things.