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The Girl on a trek

They say that life throws opportunities at us, and we must be quick to grasp them and experience the things we always hoped and wished for. One such opportunity came my way when friends asked me to join them for a trek to Sudhagad, a hilltop fort in the Sahyadri range in Maharashtra, India. I didn’t know what I had let myself in for as this was going to be my first trek.


Sudhagad lost out on being the capital of Shivaji Maharaj’s kingdom for the simple reason it was too large to administer. To reach this stronghold we set off on a four-hour bus journey from Mumbai with plans to camp overnight at a village at the base of the hills and trek up the following day. They say the road speaks to you but with the cold breeze wafting across my face, the conversation came to an end when I drifted off to sleep by the window seat.

I stepped out of the bus groggy-eyed at the end of the journey and was immediately taken aback by how cold it was. But my discomfort was brief as the sight that awaited me was magical to say the least: a black sky with thousands of stars shining brightly. My attempt to capture the moment on my i-phone resulted in a black screen. And so I settled for the memory and drifted off to a peaceful sleep back in the bus.

I woke up early next morning, all psyched up to venture ahead. Before we set off in earnest, our group leader put us through the paces with basic warm up exercises. Initially climbing up didn’t seem all that difficult, but soon I found myself running out of breath. Thankfully we made a number of halts to rest and take some pictures. Three hours later, we reached the fort that rode the crest of the plateau like a crown.  Across the valley, mountains posed against a blue sky. I sat there in a trance-like state admiring how beautiful and majestic nature could be and could not help but ponder on the fact that all the things we worry about in life are simply inconsequential.  IMG_0304

For lunch, we sat around a wada atop (a courtyard with a kitchen) and shared the picnic lunches that we had carried. We topped off the meal with buttermilk supplied by an old woman who resided with her husband in a little hut next to the wada. image3

So it was time to return to base camp… and disaster: the soles of both my shoes literally fell apart. The descent, tough as it was, now became even more challenging. So I fell, as I anticipated I would, and could not help laughing at my sorry plight. Thanks to friends who were there to lend a hand and physical support, I was able to make it down without further damage. The crisis made me realize that trekking is a team sport. All in all, it definitely was one of the best experiences in my life thus far. And first of many, I hope. Just one trek had the power to teach me so many things.  DSC_5189






Yes, this is the farthest I had pushed myself out of my comfort zone and it was therapeutic. A few days later the hangover of the trek still lingered on.


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Leo, a passionate dancer, literature lover, movie buff, foodie, lover of theatrics and all shades of dramatics , wanderlusting at most times.

1 Comment

  • Ravi Vaidyanathan

    nicely written and well articulated.. you brought out the thoughts of a first timer well

    November 14, 2016 at 8:48 am