Manali Trip - Crazy Start

Four people boarding a cab right in front of their society gate in Pune. Hoping to get in a train (for Delhi) which would be leaving in next 3 hours and 15 minutes from Borivali railway station (Mumbai). On a normal weekday this would have been possible, but this day it was next to impossible, cause this day was Friday (the day of the week when every Mumbaikar tries to get home).

The cab driver (who looked more like a koli - fisherman) had promised that they would not miss this train. And, as soon as they got in the cab the race with time began. This was a crazy hell of a drive.

All this craziness had begun 3 months ago, when Vishakha (one of our friends) was moving to Chandigarh.

Flash back...
Joel & Anukriti
Four of us (Me. Granal, Joel, Anukriti) were sitting back after Vish's farewell party. Discussing dreams, aspirations, goals and blah blah. That's when all four decided to plan a vacation, cause all 4 had one thing in common, and that was to travel new places.

Me & Granal






A month ago the places (Manali & Kasol) were decided, itinerary was made and train tickets booked. And till the time we got into this cab the people coming for this trip were not confirmed.



3 Hours 20 Minutes later...
We were in the train. The seemingly impossible had been achieved. All thanks to our fisherman driver. We were on our way to Manali (via Delhi).

Happiness bursting out of each one of us, with the mere thought of how adventurously this trip began and expecting many more fascinating adventures ahead.

The rest of the trip.. Well, that I would prefer to share it in future.

That's all for now.

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