Lone Wanderer�
It was dark. I checked my watch; it said 8:30pm. It wasn�t that late, I reflected. But here I was, miles away from home in Himachal Pradesh and I had missed the last bus to Dharamsala from Bhagsu Nag Mountains. The roads were steep and several kilometers away from my hotel. A thought crept in my mind of spending the night outside but I had to let it go as it was getting too cold out here. My friend Saswat sat down on a bench, held his head and let out a sigh of relief. I asked few cab drivers to drop us, overpriced they were. They tried taking advantage out of our helplessness, thinking we would give in and pay him how much ever he asks for. �What you want to do?� I asked Saswat �I don�t know. We can look for a hotel here.� He said �It will be too expensive here.� I said and then a crazy thought crossed my mind, a weird smile came on my face. �Let�s walk� I said and started walking. I am sure anyone else would have been there in his place would have dismissed this crazy thought of walk...