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Himachal to Karnataka, Rajasthan to Meghalaya, I've been travelling solo across the length and breath of India - a country I take immese pride in calling my home.
These two and a half - three odd years have brought me a lot of changes, most of them for good. But when you decide to travel solo, you need a lot more than just a sense of adventure and finance. What has to also follow through is the determination to fight events knowing they would not always be in your favour.
And that's what happened in Shnongpdeng (continued from the last post)
When the sun went down and the darkness unfurled across the vast hills of Shnongpdeng, it was time to get some rest. I spoke to the host who confirmed relocating the tent in conditions of stormy wind and heavy rainfall in late hours of the night.
Given the unpredictable weather conditions of Meghalaya, my tent was windswept at around 2 am of the dark night. And as decided, I called the local guy for relocation.
Stumbling and sloshed he arrived, smelling of firewater and I instantly knew it was time for me to be heedful. Not interacting much with him, ignoring his lameness, we found a spot under the shed of a local dhaba, barely 300 metres from where I had initially set the tent up.
Disgusted at my situation, I hurriedly shoved my luggage in and tried to make myself feel safe inside the tent. But little did I know that the drunk men were partying right there, under the same shed! They blabbed, abused each other, sang, uttered nonsense and did everything they could to make an alone person feel uncomfortable and troubled (irrespective of the gender). I obviously had lost my sleep to their bulldust long ago. But now, I was concerned about my safety.