The walk together!

On a sultry summer weather,

When the sun was about to set down the horizon

The pitch of our thoughts matched that of our steps;

And we decided to walk a little slower for a little longer!

We crawled through dark dingy caves

Showing the torch light to each other,

We trekked to the root bridge,

In our not-so-ready trek attire

Shivered at Pangong and enjoyed Maggi at the ‘3 Idiots Dhaba’

Remember our guide at the Bada Imambada?

Shared silence waiting for the tiger at the Wildlife Sanctuary

And also fought inside a Monastery.

That candle light dinner over the lake Udaipur,

Where it was so difficult to find a place

That early morning ride behind the Camel’s back

Where I laughed at your discomfort,

Every time the camel would race the pace.

That morning walk beside the sea,

And that song you sang to please me;

Cant forget the moment you bent down on your knee.

Not all rosy, we also started a trek fighting over photographs and selfies

We walked feeling hungry over the glacier

Rock Climbing and Mountaineering, don’t think we missed that out either;

The journey has just begun

Bells are ringing for a new beginning,

Remember how skeptical we were foreseeing the chances of winning?

Now, Lets walk a little slower for a little longer!

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