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I remember that evening thoroughly; an autumn evening, it had been raining since morning. I remember I needed to go out to do some last minute shopping but my roommate broke my umbrella. I remember weird details like, the colour of the sky, the look on my roommate's face as she apologised, the way my packed rucksack was leaning against the wall. I was worried the weather would be bad and, I wanted it to be at it's best because the next few days were going to be very exciting, and life-altering for me. I was embarking on my first and solo Himalayan adventure. As I got off the bus after a long tiring journey, I was welcomed with a few stares from my fellow passengers as I put on my hefty backpack. I kind of get it now; if I saw a teenager of my small frame, with a baby face, and a backpack like that, I'd stare too (although, with appreciation). I talked with a few taxi drivers, and figured out the place I was supposed to start my trek from; and without delay, I was on my way. This is a story of how I completed Hampta Pass, a high altitude pass in the Himalayas, and the lessons I learned about strength, research, biology, friendship, and kindness in the wild. As it turned out, my research hadn't been sufficient, I miscalculated the distance, time, my own endurance, and the food stops along the way. Evidently, there wasn't any food available along the way, and I wasn't carrying any except for a few chocolate bars, and a packet of dry fruits to last me for the next 4 days. Being a first timer, I was concerned but I was ignorant. I went for it anyway. The day went alright, the walk in the amazing landscape, the meadows, the waterfalls; I'd never seen anything like it. I was enjoying every moment. I set up my camp at sundown; it got cold at night, but I endured it. With the next day, came a change in scenery, the meadows turned into moraine, the water streams froze. I was gaining altitude rapidly, and I wasn't prepared for it. As I set up my tent for the night, my mood was grim as I looked up at the clouds. The big bad black clouds were emerging from all sides. I was in for a nasty night and I knew it. I had a cheap sleeping bag, it couldn't protect me from below freezing temperatures. Without any food to keep my core warm, I couldn't stop shivering the whole night, as temperatures outside dropped. My feet froze; and I waited for the storm to go away and for the sun. As the first rays of sun hit my tent, I hurriedly got up. I couldn't be in the tent any longer. Today was the summit day and I had to cross the pass. I'd come this far. Anyway, I did it. I saw my first snowfall while I was crossing the pass. It was lovely and a feeling to behold. As I was descending, I was feeling faint. It was day 3 of fasting. I kept dragging my feet. though. Eventually. I reached a campsite and I asked them for food, and looking at my condition, the guy didn't question anything. He just hurriedly fed me. Afterwards, we had a conversations, I shared my tale, and he looked at me as if I was from another dimension. He couldn't believe it. He wouldn't accept any money I offered, and we're still friends. So, this is also the story of how I made a lifelong friend, how I got a superficial frostbite on my right toe, the reason I did the mountaineering courses, the reason I came to become a trek leader, and finally, the reason I don't feel scared taking a leap into the unknown, because I know good things happen when you do something which wasn't originally destined for you and great things happen when you emerge victorious.