When we started visiting mountains together, I used to break into a song and dance about any snow capped peak I could spot even if it was at a great distance. Sesha, who had trekked before would tease me a lot and always brag about his experiences of walking on snow for quite a few hours.
Finally, in the year 2002 we trekked through Saar Paas in Himanchal Pradesh. On day four of the trek, I spotted a brown dirty patch of snow for the first in my 30 years of life. It was a bit off the track, but I took pains to go near it and touch it. I again broke into a song and dance about it. But even in my wildest dreams I could never imagine the sight that waited for me a few hours later, when we reached our campsite, Nagaru. As far as the eye could see, there was snow everywhere, even beneath my feet. And that posed a problem. I was not wearing a proper trekking shoes, and for that day and the next, I slipped and slipped. Still, it is one of the most cherished memories of my life.