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Chronicles of Himachal, Ch-1

The Hardest Part
"I want to go to Himachal with my friends." I said to my mom. She turned around and reminded herself of the first time I said the same thing to her. 
The first time I asked her for a permit, it was a college trip which eventually got cancelled. Ever since then all our plans to cross Delhi border failed miserably. This was our last hope. A trip that had no strings attached to the college, a trip with my 4 best friends. 
Mom stood there for a while, staring at the floor and then she looked at me and said "Ok". This small word meant the world to me. Little did I know that in her mind, she was positive that the plan would never take flight, like the ones made before. 
As the time passed and we booked our tickets and made arrangements for the trip, the darkest fears of my parents resurfaced. The thought that this time the plan might work was disturbing them. As the day came closer, they would very often call me for short pep talks about how this dream of mine is not correct. They had plenty of reasons which mainly revolved around safety concerns that a girl has to keep in mind (and that the exams were round the corner which is making our timing unsuitable). 
I realized that the hardest part of any plan is to take your parents on board with it. If you manage to do so, then half the battle is already won.
In my case this was harder than I thought. I have an elder brother who made things more complicated. Instead of me persuading them, it was their logic and reasons which made me doubt our plan. Nevertheless, I tried to keep myself together. Tanya, Verma , Ini and Khando (my friends) were the ones who helped me overcome my doubts. Like a fellow compeer in a journey they took this doubting Thomas along with them and I'm forever grateful to them for the adventure that was yet to come. 


 

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  1. And That's so relatable 🙉🙈🙊

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  2. It's written with so much love! Every word of it stands for our innocent GOI 😂
    It is indeed a memory to cherish for me as well. Thank you for helping me out to crawl out of my shell and evolve. Much love 💋

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  3. Glad that you could relate to it!

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  4. Maa u really wrote it well. I can feel the emotions you've pen down over here. I'm glad u guys made it and u have memories to cherish for lifetime. love u maa

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  5. I can totally relate to it beacause I was witnessing every moment and step. Like how but whatever the situation was, the fun part was we stood together and it was indeed a great time which is described so beautifully. Our 'Thomas'. ❤

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    1. Please don't call me Thomas now. I might end up confused with my real name.
      I owe you big time.

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  6. I am so happy that you could make it to Himanchal. Travelling is lot of fun, you connect with yourself, with the nature and sometime you meet with the best folks on the way.

    I hope you get more travelling opportunities in the future.

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    1. I hope you are right. This trip was amazing.

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  7. Kaush, while reading this i felt the essence of each and every word! Indeed getting parents onboard is the toughest job! 🙈

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  8. Great blog .. Carry on.
    And never stop writing You are really a good writer

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