My Unsung Himalayan Hero
Posted by Adilson Randi

Ever since we’re born till we reach adulthood, we’re taught to be cautious and suspicious, without even knowing it. We’re told not to talk to strangers, not to take any food from them and not to trust them.

In one way, it’s good. You learn to be self-sufficient and not depend on others. But what do you do when you’re traveling alone? As much as you can be self-sufficient and be able to take care of yourself on your own, there always comes a point when you have to talk to a stranger, when you have to ask for help, and when have to trust them.

Such was the case with me when I was on a Solo trip to a remote Village in the foothills of the Himalayas. It was only my seconds solo trip and I was quite nervous, although the excitement of going to the mountains alone took over eventually.

One gorgeous cool morning, I decided to hike up to a nearby village where I heard the view of the Himalayas was really good. Although being a sucker for good views and mountains, I was terrified of Hiking. I’d always been scared of hiking and trekking. But I wanted to do it and so I left. As I started climbing the not-so-easy trail, panting and heaving, the only thing I told myself to continue putting one step in front of the other was ‘A better view of the Mountain, You’re going to get a better view of the mountain once you reach the top’.

It was 2 hour hike and after about 75% of the hike, I was stuck. There was no trail to be found anywhere. I was stuck in the middle of nowhere with nobody around and this being my first ever hike, I’d started panicking. And out of nowhere, there came this old man. He must’ve been around 60yrs old and he saw my panic struck face, took a detour from where he was going and offered to help. I still remember him asking me to step on his palm despite him seeing my dirty shoes just so that he could give me a nudge to climb over the boulder in front of me to get back to the trail. He did all of this without me asking and without expecting anything in return.

And that was when I realized that there might be so much bad, so much pain and so much misunderstanding in this world, but also, there are some insanely beautiful human beings somewhere out in the mountains quietly proving the world isn’t such a bad place. My faith in Humanity was restored. And, I’d also successfully managed to complete my first hike. It was a bloody damn good day to be alive.

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This memory belongs to our Passenger Kavindithya Kumaran (@kavinn_k). All the pictures belong to Kavindithya's personal archive. To know more about our Passenger Kavindithya, click here.

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