A Moonlit Night in Mcleod Ganj
It was a Thursday night in the hilly town of Mcleod Ganj, Himachal Pradesh. Having witnessed torrential downpour in the previous two days, the rains had finally decided to take a break. The dark blue sky was at peace, lit up by a bright full moon. Far across the horizon, the Triund peak shone like a vanilla ice-cream top, piercing through the sapphire backdrop. I absorbed this view from the terrace cafe of my hostel, while waiting for my friend Adam to arrive. It was the second week of my stay in Mcleod Ganj. That evening, I had decided to visit the hippie village of Dharamkot, which is located slightly uphill from Mcleod Ganj, in the direction of the Triund. I had convinced Adam to be my guide. I took out the mobile phone from my jeans pocket to click a photograph of the majestic moon in all its glory. Just then, a voice from behind told me, “Don’t click!” Startled, I looked back to find that it was but Adam. The day I first met him, was the day of my arrival at the hostel. ...