“Seeking to forget makes suffering all the longer; the secret of redemption lies in remembrance” Last year 3 days before diwali, I was travelling to Sitarganj (Rudrapur) for some official work and I met an accident after Rampur and before Bilaspur. I don’t remember the name of the exact hamlet/village. One local suddenly on a motorcycle with a small child as pillion crossed the road without even looking if any vehicle was coming or not. I was doing around 90-100 kmph. I applied brakes however my i10 slid across and hit a pot hole and turned turtle. In no time the villagers upturned the vehicle, wherein they were astonished to find me safe. I was there with my eyes wide open without a scratch hanging upside down tied to the seat belt. I opened the belt and came out of the car. I was very cool during this mishap. What all crossed my mind that I was watching a car rally and a view from a helmet camera. I was surreal but honestly I enjoyed the moment. It was a Muslim settlement. Villagers were nice and offered me tea. After all the excitement in the village died down, I collected my things, inspected the car. Windshield and left windows were completely shattered so was the side review mirror. Bonnet and roof were completely damaged beyond repair. There were no leakages of oil or other fluids. I started the engine. I came back to life in one stroke. One gentleman came to me and told me that it all happened in front of a Dargah and the saint saved you. I paid my homage at the Dargah and returned back to Delhi driving the same car. All in one day, I drove around 200 KM before and after the accident. It was my bad day but could have been worse. My family was happy to see me safe and were relieved. Here I am just after three months on the road to test out whether there are any mental cobwebs which I need to clear, but nothing appeared, I had forgotten the incident but learnt a lesson. I was extra careful near human settlements this time. I again with my trusted friends, Papa, Romeo and Raka thought of going somewhere. Like every time happens with us, we decided the direction towards Rishikesh without knowing where to proceed. We started early in the morning and as we reached Roorkee, we thought of going to Dhanaulti via dehradun. We reached Dhanaulti by mid-afternoon. We stayed at GMVN Guest House right beneath the path from where path of Surkanda temple begins. Temple premises were full of snow and the temple floors were icy cold and it was some task doing a parikrama with bare foot. It was nice view up above. With fading sunlight we came back to Guest house. planning in office the night before the trip had to seek leaves for Papa and Romeo from their boss deciding the way forward over tea and toast Kasab?? doon valley Mussorie Kala Bandar mystery solved..