🏁 Epilogue — The Solo Trip That Wasn’t

 Sometimes, the road writes its own story.

Sixth solo trip. Planned for Ladakh. Ended with Srinagar, Amritsar, Ujjain, and finally, home.

This was supposed to be the trip — my long-dreamed solo drive to Leh, Ladakh. Bags packed, car loaded, spirit high. But nature had other plans. Roads washed away, landslides cut paths, and halfway through, I had to let go of the dream of reaching Leh by car.

Was it a failure? Maybe. But looking back, I don’t think so. Because this journey gave me Srinagar’s Lal Chowk, the Golden Temple’s langar, Mahakaleshwar’s midnight darshan, and even an unheard-of Shobha Yatra of Daksha Prajapathi at Shivpuri. It gave me rain-soaked adventures, pitch-dark tunnels, risky night drives, and the quiet joy of returning home safe.

I also realized one of the best decisions I made was flying back to Hyderabad midway — spending time with family during Ganesh Navratri — and then joining them in Leh by air. If Ladakh couldn’t happen by road, it still happened in spirit.

So yes — my sixth solo trip fell apart in one way, but came alive in another. And maybe that’s the essence of solo travel: the road may not take you where you plan, but it will always take you somewhere worth remembering.

“The road to Leh may never be mine. But the road that was — it’s a story I’ll cherish forever.”

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