‘All’s well that ends well’
You know the things about the Himalayas?
When you are up there amidst the mountains and the chilled winds, the narrow passages and the slipping snow, you are so much engrossed in maintaining your balance and walking straight and strong that nothing else would seem to exist.
It is when you are in the mountains, the snow and the winds slowly comes back to you, in the months that pass you. You then start recalling the little details and how they have all collectively changed you and for good.
In the December of the last year, I went on a 6 days winter Himalayan trek to Kuari Pass. The trek was nostalgic and every time when my thoughts wander back to those few days, I miss them. And every time someone asks me as to how was it, the words automatically come like a reflex “Amazingly-amazing”.
(Aneehsa, co-leader and me)
By now we were into three hours of descend. It was after those three hours the snow turned a little shallower. But, it became dusty. Till now, it had been a pure snow and it was as if there had been a fall that just preceded our walk, and covered the walk with a fresh and a soft layer. But the patch that we were now crossing, the snow became hard and dusty.
And top it all? We didn’t have crampons for our support. It became extremely difficult to walk through without slipping at every second step. “Count the number of slips. The one with the maximum slips will remember it the most.” said the co-leader and my friend slipped, just then. We laughed even in those precarious times. And we continued moving ahead. By this time we were considerably lagging behind.
The rest of the fleet would have already made it to the base camp, and we were still at a minimum distance of half an hour and a quarter that was if we would be able to maintain our present speed. And then I saw another trek leader running towards us, just missing the slip. It was confirmed that the rest of the fleet had finished the trek.
Now, there were two trek leaders and the two of us. Our old accompanier took my friend, and I started walking with the just new entrant who also happened to be my favorite leader. And surprisingly enough, we started running on the dusty-hard patch. He held my hand and that gave me support. There was a strange thing with our run. Many a time, we were just on the brink of slipping, but somehow we balanced the run. I started laughing frantically. The patch was still the roughest, but it felt a little benign now.
(I wonder how we managed to get this pic, snow was so dusty & difficult to walk)
“You want to skid?” he asked me suddenly. “What? Is it possible?”, I looked in shock. “Let’s do it”. And the adventure streak in me was never going to say a no. The skidding trail was around 20 feet. I sat in the snow, my bumps feeling cold, and I went, straight down, skidding the cold bumpy ride. Just as I reached the bottom, I let out a loud laugh. A laugh of accomplishment and satisfaction. The eerie laughter. It was craziness, and finally, we were at the end of the difficult patch. And this way, he walked with me, taking me through the path which the remaining 23 mates didn’t take, a path more adventurous, skidding, and running on the snow, slipping. That was the last patch of the trek, and the most beautiful part too.
When we had finally reached the base camp, I had a huge smile at least for another half an hour. I was cherishing the last couple of hours and that is what still makes me smile. That one and a half hours, and they are the reason for the reflex.
It made me realize, it is often how we end things up, which defines the experience. We may have had a bad start, and maybe it is still going bad but always do remember that what counts most is a beautiful ending, a beautiful last ‘thank you’, and beautiful ‘goodbye’, a happy last half hour at work, just a last beautiful memory.
”Life is the not the breath you take. It’s in the moments that take your breath away.” And after all, all’s well that ends well 🙂