"When the soul lies down in that grass..the world is too full to talk about." – Rumi.
I was diagnosed with Juvenile Rheumatoid Poly-arthritis (RA) when I was 17 years old. Don't worry; this is not a post about a miserable disease and its suffering. It's quite the opposite actually.
Why I insist on telling you about my condition is to give you a fair idea about why walking up a mountain was so important to me. As someone suffering from an acute disease, I am advised not to walk too much, rest a lot, sleep a lot and you know the obvious medical mumbo jumbo.
What you are not advised to do is to go trekking for three days and kill that sweet remission that your disease had done you a favour by retreating into.
Anyway, this is not to say that I am a brave person or to some, an absolute fool, but just someone who didn't know how many of these opportunities my life would give me (The disease apparently gets progressively worse with age) and so I took the opportunity when it knocked on my door. A friend's friend runs an absolutely fabulous adventure company (Bikat Adventures) and there was a group trekking to Dayara Bugyal ahead of Uttarkashi, a small town in the mountain state of Uttarakhand, that weekend and I decided to cross my fingers and take that chance.
