I am a housewife and I adopted the approcah called “Shanay, shanaya” – slow, rest every kilometre or so and avoid bravado. But by the time I reached Gaumukh (14500 feet) I was exhausted beyond care and disoriented.
A German girl who walked with us collpased and wept with exhaustion and bone weariness. And then, for the first time I decided to do something you might call foolhardy. I decided to bathe in the Bhagirathi.
The sun was bright but the temperature was below zero. I felt that my head had split into smithreens, a thousand pieces. with the first splash of icy water.
After the bath I felt fresh though and prayed at a makeshift Shiva temple before making my way back.