This particular incident was way back in 1996, when we (my family) went to a beautiful place called Kedarnath. I was seven then. We were trekking on one of the mountains in Himalayas, where Lord Shiva is worshipped as Kedarnath.
The place was filled with beautiful snow clad mountains and the view was simply breathtaking. The more we moved up the mountain, the more beautiful the view became.
It was an uphill trek. So, we had to take many halts during our journey. When we were midway up the mountain, we took a brief halt.
Finding no proper place to sit, elders rested on some medium size rocks. It was a somewhat level place with most of the ground covered with snow. One needed to stay warm in such cold weather. But being kids, we (me and my sister) couldn’t have enough of throwing snowballs at each other.
While playing, all of a sudden, it started feeling funny in my stomach.
The pressure was mounting up in my bowel. It was so intense that, within a second, I realised I had to answer the call of nature right there.
I immediately rushed to my father. Since I didn’t have much time, I asked him to quickly suggest me a place where I could release this avalanche.
Fortunately, there was a big rock in the vicinity – big enough to hide a person behind it. Before my father could say anything, I ran off.
There was no one behind that rock. Quickly removing everything that caused an obstruction, I got in the position to do the job. After unloading everything that I possessed, I felt so relaxed.
It was one of the best feelings.
When I was done, I realized I didn’t have the most important tool to finish the job – the water. The place was all covered with snow and there was nothing that I could use as an alternative. But then, I remembered an important lesson from school: that ice is nothing but frozen water. I thought I could use it.
The moment I applied ice to that sensitive area, I stood up involuntarily.
Everything went numb. It was freaking cold weather and using ice just made it worse.
It took me some time to come back to my senses. However, the process needed to be repeated again, as there was no other option.
With an immense amount of courage, I did it.
On the way back, my father asked me if everything went well. I simply nodded. But in the rest of the journey, I refrained from playing in the snow.Share this if it made you laugh: