The Trip (Part 1)
It’s been a year and I’m still lost in the wide valleys of the White Mountains. The freshness of the water, the pureness of the air and the vibes of the mountains make you feel like living there for ever. It was May 12th’09 when I remember getting up with the sun, looking at the ceiling fan and hoping that would be the last day in college. I saw the future, the past and had a hard time accepting the present. An hour past unknowingly when I realized the importance of present and looked at my life ahead with the knowledge center’s (for us a brutal battalion) on the first floor of Chemical Engineering Department. Cycling had always been a passion to me in life but not that day. It was difficult to carry myself forward out of Godavari Hostel to a destination which seemed to remind me of a ride on my dad’s bike to give JEE. Every meter ahead seemed like a heave, a burden; when I met my friend, Shampoo, smiling his way through the Central Lecture Theatre. On this tough road to misery or su...