Age is just a number! Is it? Still not sure about that. I think, time passes by and it leaves its marks on your body and you can't help it. But if you can keep your soul out of this process, then may be age can become a number indeed.
So, to do some maths with these numebers, I headed for hills of Purulia to relive my old climbing days (still I am not an old person though 😉). I called my old and reliable climbing partner Sanjayda and started the journey for Bero Hills.
For a change I left office a bit early on a February Friday and reached home. I quickly packed my knapsack, met Sanjayda and went to another friend's home to borrow a new climbing rope. Our plan was to travel throughout the night by passanger trains. We boarded an empty coach of the last Bardhaman local train from Howrah Station. Cold winter night, empty train and sleepy train stations, the journey was like a psychedelic pill. Reached Bardhaman at the midnight and had cups of tea and boarded the next train to Asansol. From Asansol we took the first morning train to Adra. We reached Bero station at very early morning. Got recharged with morning tea and started walking towards the hills. The foggy winter morning was magical.