My chaotic breathing finally ceased, after I eventually boarded the flight to Delhi. The struggle was real, especially after missing out on an ineffectual budget airline of the Spice jet, which as usual got rescheduled, but this time by more than two hours, which means I am gonna miss my connecting flight to Delhi from Bangalore, which in turn may affect my Delhi to Leh flight. So, this is a real irksome problem of connecting flights that will get into your nerves. The rescheduling of one flight is enough to burn a hole in your pocket and ruin your whole itinerary. This may sound puerile, but trust me, a reality check will prove to be highly pernicious especially when you plan a trip thousands of kilometers away from your hometown, with inns and SUVs pre-booked, money meted out for it, and a proper laid out itinerary. After a heedful hunt in various websites, finally with no options left, I had to book an internationally bound Air India departing from Cochin, whose fare is double to the domestic spice jet which I had booked previously. The narrow roads, choking motor jams, catholic processions and traffic diversions left me perturbed as it took almost six hours to reach Cochin International airport from Calicut by road (more than two hours of usual time). With boarding already being closed for my scheduled flight,an earnest plea to the officials had me by luck. So I finally boarded the flight to Delhi after all the contiguous adversities that levied a huge toll on my mental health. The aerial view of mighty himalayan terrains from flight enroute Leh airport made me sigh out of pure bliss. It was indeed a perfectly timed redemption from a mental deadlock that was stifling my mind from reaching the gossamer thread of beatitude. The flight finally taxied to the runway and halted. With almost three layers of clothing including a cotton blend merino wool thermal wear, a cotton pullover and a thick polyester jacket, I got out of the flight resisting the early morning bone chilling sub zero temperature, at an altitude of the about 11,500 feet. I am an ardent lover of cold weather, but hailing from a humid coastal place in south, I apparently had some difficulties in experiencing the rigors of cold, oxygen deficient atmosphere of the himalayan valley. As slow as a sloth, I snail-paced till I reached taxi, to prevent the unpleasant altitude sickness, which can strike any healthy individual above an altitude of 10000 feet (sometimes above 8000 ft. itself), and aggravates even on the slightest exertion. I took a diamox as soon as I reached the hotel room, and reposed the whole day in my couch, enjoying the tranquility of cold valley. Complete rest for a day or two is mandatory in high altitude places for your body to get acclimatised to the oxygen deficient atmosphere. This is the first and foremost preventive measure one has to take in high altitude places to prevent mountain sickness. In the biting cold I quenched my munchies with a bowl full of hot fried egg noodles, and dropped off to sleep like a log under the thick heavy comforter of the hotel room. Early morning shimmer of the sun gleamed on my face through the window glass and woke me up to the delight of clear sunny sky and ice capped white mountains. The days are longer here, with early sun rise at around 5.30 am and late sun set at around 7.15 pm.