At about 9 we stop and a dhaba to have breakfast. Our bikes are parked outside and an innova stops by, a sardar driver comes out of the innova and looking at the bikes asks 'where are you coming from'?
From Leh, I reply.
Oh great, lucky guys, he exclaims.
Yes, lucky that we got a chance to do this trip, we smile, and reply.
Oh no, not lucky that way, but to have come alive, he said with strange look on his face.
Why?? It's not so difficult, we reply looking at each other with looks saying ''sardar paagal hai kya'??.
Now, the sardar says, ohh, so you don't know the news. Leh had a cloud burst yesterday and hundreds have died, there were flashfloods that washed away everything....
WHAT??? We stare at each other and then stare at the sardar who is smiling now at our innocence.
What just happened?? We escaped death again....narrowly ...
Worried about our fellow riders and with a really weird mix of feelings we left this place and called our homes to inform them we were safe and out of Leh.
We could not reach Delhi the same day because of rains and bad weather.
Stayed overnight at some place after jalandhar and by next day afternoon we were at Delhi.
Finally at home I say to myself .... ''this was definately a ride to heaven and back .... Through hell'' .... I recall reading somewhere a scripture from Buddha ... The way to heaven is through hell ... I stand as a testimony to it today....
Bus yun samajh lije....ek aag ka dariya hai aur doob ke jaan hai .... Jo nikla so doob gaya...aur jo dooba so paar ....
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