We hiked the last days together to the Myanmar border—the dear friends who had deepened the 3,000-mile trek across northern India: The walking partners who, by sharing their time, energy, brains and hearts, had shaped the contours of the long India traverse. There was Prem Panicker and Arati Kumar-Rao. There was Arati’s daughter Sanjana Rao and her friend Raina. There was Loveleen Mann, Hormazd Mehta and Siddharth Agarwal. There was—in spirit—Priyanka Borpujari, Bhavita Bhattia, Verinder Singh and Ujjawal Chauhan.
We logged the last Milestone in India as a team. It occurred in a nondescript highway town hemmed by lush rice paddies. Everyone pitched in. Later, it would take me awhile to locate all the assorted elements. Where was the audio recording? Who conducted the interview? In which notebook? And why did the top of Sidd’s head occupy so much of the panorama shot?
It was all a mystery. I think I will be asking myself such questions, searching for such missing things, the remainder of my life.
We walked on. We slogged together up the rain-wet frontier road to Moreh. Somehow, we didn’t get lost.