Take A Break - Mountaineering
Take A Break - Mountaineering I found myself holding a branch. The branch, I thought was the only hope I had to survive this situation. Situation? Yes, exactly I was trapped in a grave situation. My friends were way ahead of me, they were no more visible to the naked eye. I was afraid to look down, and find some other means of escape. The stakes were high - they were closing to the pinnacle of Mt. Kana. The chest harness was tightening. It was making difficult to breathe. Just before slipping , I opened my rope in the hope, that it would act as a hook. When I had started climbing, I had tied that rope to my waist. The rope and the branch were my only hope. If somehow the knots loosen, or a huge gust of chilly wind strikes - I had a very slim chance to catch up to friends. I thought they were not experts, but it seems quite the contrary. I was an intern in a firm. I was the third-highest scorer among the six interns selected. We all were assigned a ...