How often a small artifact of our past life triggers us into sudden flashbacks? Flashbacks that make us laugh, that make us cry and long for the time which over the years have gotten lost. Always ending up with a big smile on on the face and numbness in your eyes. For a person like me, this happens much more frequently than is healthy for a normal human being, generally ending up with asking myself, "What If...". What if that have happened? What if that have not happened? Something similar happened recently while reading an old book. A photograph stumbled out of it. The effect of times were visible on it, the edges were trodden, colors had faded but still the essence of the photo was clear. Five teens around a bonfire with large cups of coffee and plates full of Maggi. Who were they?
Shradha, Raj, Raghu, Khyati and yours truly... Five friends fresh out of school celebrating their freedom, celebrating their friendship, yet knowing at the back of their heart, it could be the last time they have got together for a long while. As the conversation moved to the future, they all promised to keep in touch, all promised to meet at least once a year and in five years time, when they have achieved something, they would fulfill their dream and travel together to Leh...
Seven years hence, we are still in touch but haven't been together for a long time now. And that road trip, well, it never happened. But what if we had gone on that road trip? What if....
Honda CRV on rent, bags packed with bare essentials, camera in hand, music flowing in the background and with the roar of engine came the voice of Raj, "So buckle up guys, cause this is gonna’ be one hell of a ride!". Hence it began with the big laughs, sound of chit chats and apprehension of what is next.
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Shradha, Raj, Raghu, Khyati and yours truly... Five friends fresh out of school celebrating their freedom, celebrating their friendship, yet knowing at the back of their heart, it could be the last time they have got together for a long while. As the conversation moved to the future, they all promised to keep in touch, all promised to meet at least once a year and in five years time, when they have achieved something, they would fulfill their dream and travel together to Leh...
Seven years hence, we are still in touch but haven't been together for a long time now. And that road trip, well, it never happened. But what if we had gone on that road trip? What if....
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| On the road to Leh... |
Honda CRV on rent, bags packed with bare essentials, camera in hand, music flowing in the background and with the roar of engine came the voice of Raj, "So buckle up guys, cause this is gonna’ be one hell of a ride!". Hence it began with the big laughs, sound of chit chats and apprehension of what is next.
With the enthusiasm of the finally going on this trip which we promised ourselves all those years back, time flew quickly. It was all about catching on the times, finding out about broken dreams and broken hearts. Stopping only once or twice for lunch or a quick snack, we reached our first pit stop, Manali. Checked in at the hotel, gorged over a delicious dinner and fell on bed satisfied over a day well spent.
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