- This is a real-life
story of courage shown by author whose knowledge of medicine, mountaineering
and presence of mind saved her husband’s life on what might seem an innocuous
but is a difficult trek.
This is an ordinary story of extraordinary courage
which I never knew I had. A frail girl who happened to be a doctor shall be
pushed to her limits and end up saving her husband from severe AMS (acute
mountain sickness) slipping into oblivion. That adversary would give her
strength to rescue her husband single-handedly in the dead of the night at 4390
meters above sea level on a seemingly innocuous trek where they kissed and
slept promising to get up at midnight to watch the magnificence of the Milky
Way together.
Thinking about it still gives me shivers.
Something about us
We (Gautam and I) both love mountains and adventure.
Love was bound to happen and soon we were married. He had planned to do
Satopanth Lake trek (4600 meters above sea level) in Uttarakhand (India)
Himalayas for many years but destiny had plans for us to take this journey together.
What fascinated him was the spiritual aspect of those Himalayan crags.
Just ahead of the lake lies the Swargarohini glacier where according to Hindu tradition, the king,
Yudhisthira had climbed the stairway to heaven thousands of years ago. Perhaps
for some, the legend was hogwash but for us we knew that if we tune ourselves
to it, the universe will reveal itself.
It was a sunny day in June 2017 when the journey began
from the hot plains of Gurgaon and we reached Rudraprayag on day one. Next day
we reached Badrinath and stayed overnight in Badrinath. Hot humid weather was
replaced by cool breeze and gentle chill. We did an evening hike to Charan
Paduka for acclimatization.
Next day golden sun rays on Neelkantha welcomed us and
we started for our journey to Mana village from where our trek to
Satopanth taal started.
Day 1
On day one, we reached the ‘Laxmivan’ meadow absolutely captivated by the beauty. Easy hike of 9 kms and we had more than half a day to ourselves. We pitched our tents and watched the setting sun’s final rays turn the snow clad mountain into gold. Both of us were in good health. I checked Gautam's oxygen saturation and all was in good limits.
As we watched the moonlight filtering through our
tent, we held each other’s hands and thanked the Gods for what was unfolding
and the solace we found in the mountains.
Day 2
On day two, our destination was Chakrateertha, which lies at
4,390 meters above sea level and 12 kms from Laxmivan. We met some wandering
ascetics on the way who were walking barefoot and hardly wore any clothes. They
would meditate and live in caves braving harsh winters with bare minimal food.
It intrigued us to know that as humans, we had unlimited will and spiritual
dimensions of our consciousness were manifold. Many sages who lived in the
Himalayas were testimony of that.
After around six to seven hours of trek and adequate
rest in between, we reached our campsite. We ate rice and Daal (lentils) and
sat by the narrow stream with our feet dipped in the icy waters. With the
mighty peak, Chaukhamba towering above us and Swargarohini glacier in
the background, something reminded me that something inside us changes in the
mountains. I looked at Gautam’s face and it was resplendent albeit a little
tired from the trek. I felt like telling him how much he meant to me but the
grandeur of the mountains took my thoughts somewhere else.
Little did I know that it was the last time I would
sit with carefree abandon and glee. Soon weather took a U-turn and the
short-lived crisp sunshine gave in to gusty winds and light snow. It was a
mesmerizing feeling as the snowflakes brushed past our faces. Shortly after, we
rushed to our tents to secure them properly. With a fervent hope for the
weather to improve the next day for our trek, we sat curled up in our sleeping
bags dreaming about the Satopanth Lake and culmination of this journey.
I checked Gautam’s saturation and it was well above
85. He felt good other than a minor headache, which resolved after drinking
water. I kissed him and set alarm for midnight to see the Milky Way and do some
night photography. I was doing this trek immediately after doing my basic
mountaineering course (BMC) so I was acclimatized well and felt mentally and
physically strong.
Suddenly at around 10pm, I was woken up by the sound of Gautam coughing. I sensed something was not right. He was breathing heavily and the headache had returned. I dreaded the moment knowing that AMS had started to set in. His saturation had now dropped to 79 and it sent alarm bells ringing in my mind. I gave him Diamox fully knowing it won't be effective now. I grew restless knowing that I didn’t have any oxygen with me.
One thing was certain that we could not trek any
further up but I was hoping if his situation improved, we could descend in the
morning. The rule of mountaineering, which I had learned in my mountaineering
course came rushing...descend descend descend.
I made him sit up and kept checking his saturation frantically trying not to
lose my nerve. His heart rate had increased. Few crepitation and he was turning
groggy.
In mere forty minutes, his saturation had suddenly
plummeted to 55. I was dazed. I gave him a dexamethasone injection and roared
at my porter to start preparing for the descent come what may. As my guide
crawled out of his tent rubbing sleep from his eyes, I rushed to other camps
hoping to find oxygen. Fate ruled against me. I was literally screaming with
tears welled up in my eyes hoping for a miracle.
In that moment of desperation, I looked at the night
sky and the Milky Way in full bloom with a crescent moon rising above the
Swargarohini glacier. I could not believe the spectacle, which was unfolding in
front of me. I could feel my reality shifting and I struggled to understand
what was real. Suddenly a gust of wind shook me back to reality.
I was in a dire situation. I had treated many people
in hospitals and on expeditions but here I was as a wife, doctor and a
mountaineer scampering in my heart to find courage from recesses of fear, which
had frozen me. I implored and prayed to the mountain gods to give me strength
for the harrowing night ahead. Soon we began our descent in the dark of the
night. Before leaving I asked mountains for forgiveness and a promise to get us
down to safety. I can never articulate it all in words.
Walking on the razor's edge with deep gorges on both sides, cold winds blowing past us, I was holding Gautam’s jacket lest he fell. Halfway down, I was completely exhausted and tears gave way to the indomitable spirit of a woman who was determined to chase away death. As a doctor, I knew my husband had symptoms of HACE (High altitude cerebral edema) and HAPE (high altitude pulmonary edema). I knew how fatal that could be. Few hours down, he felt slightly better and we stopped to have black tea at a campsite in the dead of night.
It was around 1 am. I was zonked. Gautam fell asleep
on top of his trekking pole and I remember staring blankly at his pale
face.
If we survive the night, it would be a story and if
not, I would have a memory for life. Soon, we would start walking.
Around eight hours had passed since we had begun
descending and the first glimpse of sunshine gave me hope. Something whispered
that although death is inevitable, this was not the day.
Soon we reached Mana village after 32 kms of trekking
through day & night situated at around 3,200 meters and Gautam was feeling
much better though not perfectly fine. I saw a temple of a mountain goddess and
cried my heart out and thanked the divinity. I clicked a selfie and took a long
glance back at the majestic mountains we had descended all night. I had nothing
but awe and reverence in my heart. I thanked my porter without whom I would
have been lost that night amidst boulders, loose rock and scree.
At Mana near Badrinath after all night descent.
We drove back to Joshimath and stayed overnight there
to rest, recover and reflect on what all had transpired in the last 24 hrs. I
was exhausted and relieved and slept like a log hugging Gautam as tightly as
possible. So much had happened and I still had my husband breathing beside me.
That was the deepest moment of profoundest love. We had escaped Death by a
narrow margin and it was only when I burst into tears did I realize the gravity
of the night.
Even when the night was deep and I was weak, my frozen courage pulled us through. Next
thing I remember was me crashing on bed and Gautam holding my hand and staring
at me. It was only then that he could understand what had transpired.
And as I drifted off to sleep, I heard him whisper...I bow down to the divine forces that guided
us through the night. I thank you, Varuna, for being more than a doctor, a
wife, a trek mate and blessing me with a new birth. May I live up to it.
The night proved to be much more than an adventure
that I ever sought, but the lessons will forever be etched in my mind due to
the exemplary courage I inherited from the mountains around us. Life happens in
a heartbeat. One day we are sipping coffee and the next day, we’re gone. But
it’s only the harshest of times when our spirit and emotions are tested do we
realize our grit and strength.
What I have learned from mountains is that
sometimes the time is not right for you.
You should accept that truth with humility and wait
till the time is right. I was so close to Satopanth Tal and exploring the
Swargarohini glacier, yet so far away. Mountains are always there but your
loved ones may not be.
Glacial lake Shweta glacier. Mt. Satopanth is top of pic. Pic by Venkat Gandikota
I'm glad the Doctor, Mountaineer and Soulmate in me took the right choice. I cannot imagine myself going to Satopanth Tal without Gautam though whenever we plan, it gives me jitters and shivers. And that resplendent Milky Way is the most treasured memory apart from saving Gautam, which I would always cherish.
Life is
ephemeral and we owe ourselves to live each moment of it. Challenge yourself
and don’t give in when you’re down and out. Even when you’re lonely, you’re
never alone, for it’s the unconquerable spirit that will see you through. There is nothing more
adventurous than that. We both have done many treks since that fateful night,
but sometimes, I still look back and wonder.
Devprayag is the confluence of the holy rivers Bhagirathi and Alakananda.
Author Dr
Varuna Raina site is www.varunaraina.com.
This piece was first published on her site and Here She has given permission
to eSamskriti to share.
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