It was a usual office day, and I had so much on my mind. With my accidental writer's job and trying to excel at work, my brain was a nuclear bomb, which was about to explode.
But my main concern was – Am I really meant for this? Can I ever be as good at writing as I am at photography? But the only bright side was it was travel writing.
To save my sanity, an escape was much-needed, and I thought of a “solo trip.”
“But was it the right thing to do? What about my safety?” – I thought
After booking the train and hotel online and a few favors from my colleagues, I was all set for my first solo trip to Chail.
The executive class coach was a relief, this 5-hour journey to Chandigarh was going to be peaceful. But little did I know, this was the calmness before the storm. I reached Chandigarh by 10 at night and had no clue how to reach the place my colleague had arranged for me to stay at night. I was hesitant to take a cab; then a tiny part of my brain said – Beggars are not choosers! How bad can it get?
P.S- The roads in Chandigarh are pretty safe. There are CCTV's and traffic police at every turn and people are friendly and helpful.
Now if you think I overcame this obstacle and this was a happy ending for the day, then let me give you a piece of advice- do not ever challenge God, never in your life! I reached the place and called the caretaker – Kishan Bhaiya, and boy! He was not at all happy to see me. I had never been treated so badly by anyone in my life.
After this horrific encounter with Kishan Bhaiya, I had a hard time sleeping. But hello, new day new hope.
I met the person who was supposed to drive to Chail. The sweetest-kindest-cutest person I met in Chandigarh- an old man probably in his 60's, Mr. Daulat Ram.