There was more, we finally got a tent which had a Bukhari to keep us warm, stocked with all kinds of eatables and the best part was having an attached bathroom with it. It even got better in the evening, while everyone was having their dinner in the mess hall, Jovi and I decided to go and explore the camp. We were walking by when suddenly a sweet smell took us by surprise, it was as if someone was frying fish. And who doesn't love fish, we followed that scent and ended up in the soldier's lines (accommodation). They were more than happy to see us and there was an instant connect since both of us are fauji kids. Turns out it was paranthe and not fish whose aroma pulled us there. They made aloo ke paranthe for us and it was the best paranthes that I had in a long while. That wasn't it after we were done with the paranthas they prepared hot cardamom milk with so much cream, it was heaven. We chatted with them for a long time and it was nice to hear their stories, the harsh conditions they live in and to still have a smile on their faces. Soldiers are like that, happy-go-lucky and sometimes people fail to understand that they are also human. My salute to them. After all, this was the whole purpose of the trek, to have a small glimpse into a soldier's life who are out there on the border, battling inhospitable conditions and asking nothing in return.