The bus braked suddenly, and I banged myself on the seat in front of me. I woke up in agony. The bus had arrived at Port Angeles. I geared up my rucksack and got down.

It was the summer of ’18 when I visited my grandparents in Baltimore. Listening to their stories, their old school romance, and their struggles were a major part of my day. One such story awed

“You are going to die. Few more breaths, and that’s it!” alerted my dog-tired mind.  “You can do it. Push yourself.” encouraged my I-can-do-it mind.  It was the summer of ’15 in India, the same