Speech is silver, silence is gold

Until you cross the bridge of your insecurities, you can't begin to explore your possibilities - T. M. Fargo At the heart of all my adventures was a quest to get home - and at some ungodly hour most of the run ups to the modes of transport were not short of an adventure, keeping those who knew about my journeys up all night. I was however yearning for real adventures, when I set out on those adventures they made me realize I was not fit for the terrain, especially those with an incline or a steep fall. What I did next seemed foolproof - I began climbing hills and trekking snow-capped mountains in my head. My imaginary treks and adventures came to an end after marrying Mr. M (the seasoned traveler, trekker) and moving to Gurgaon, where I knew the rendezvous with the hills was just round the corner. Shot from Dalai Lama temple - Our best shot at snow-capped mountains The D-Day: In the last week of May, to beat the melting pot that was Gurgaon, we hit the road for...