It is time to board the flight to Leh and begin my 9th journey to Ladakh, a place I have come to love and respect. For it teaches you a lot, a lot about others and a lot about yourself and the world around you and how you react to it all.
For almost the entire last week, I have been sick. And I haven’t yet recovered. There are thoughts going on in my head, that this might be a precursor to another bronchitis attack, yet, the journey must go on.
To top it all, the past couple of days have been absolutely crazy and jam packed. Things have gone wrong and plans have gone awry.
A travel partner had to cancel due to a family emergency, leaving just Mansi and me for the trip.
I couldn’t go to Chandani Chowk get the 50mm lens repaired, 60D sensor cleaned and buy the film processing powder for Otsal.
Last minute repairs were needed at home to make the last day extremely hectic, leaving me with not enough time to even get a hair cut!
Yet, the packing was done before time.
I guess I had to do that, in order to make sure I had enough time left to deal with household chores, which needed immediate attention.
Waking up after less than an hour of sleep, then giving finishing touches to the packing and work at hand.
Waiting impatiently for an Uber, stuck en route due to a flat tyre and then, delay at check-in counter due to Mansi.
All in all, I am tired and yet, extremely excited, as I am about to begin another journey to Ladakh, with just a week in hand and heart full of hope and desire to once again get immersed in the beauty of Ladakh…