It was 2:20 am when we embarked upon the trek of Rajgad after parking our vehicles at the base village. The moon was full, stars adorned the sky, and few white clouds made their presence felt. Smooth breezes were caressing our bodies. The crickets were chirping. Moreover, the unique and melodious sound of other insects drummed in our ears. We were walking through a rough road that was under construction. It was a road from the base village to the base of the trek. Soft red-colored sand was spread upon the road and the right side of the road was dug. 17 of our group mates started the trek 15 minutes before us and four of us were trying to catch them. The enthusiasm and excitement were on top of forts of our minds and everybody was looking forward to a new experience. I was also excited about this experience of night trek. We happily scurried to catch our group mates. We switched off the torches as the moonlight was enough to guide us through the road. As we hastened, I realized something was missing in this beautiful atmosphere. Music. There was no music. I slowed down, took out my phone, and played an old song. It did not suit the atmosphere. So, I wanted to change and thought of a playlist I made a day before, especially for the trek.
I was walking leisurely behind three of my friends. They asked me to hurry and I nodded. One of them told me to let go of the playlist and hurry. But I was engrossed in finding the playlist. As I scrolled through the playlist, a thumping sound interrupted my search. The sound was of my right feet smashing into the hole dug on the right of the road. It took me a moment to realize I was not on the road. I fell into the hole while walking. Yes, because I was engrossed into the phone. As my friends turned around with the sound, I heard another sound. It was their hysterical laughter after seeing me into the hole. Seeing them laughing at my situation, I also began laughing. Then I asked them to give me a hand to come out of it, but these mean, cold-hearted pricks were holding their stomachs and laughing uncontrollably. So, I came out on my own, took a step forward, and suddenly a shriek burst out of my mouth. With my outcry, they ran toward me. As my right feet landed awkwardly into the hole, the ankle twisted. I did not realize it until I took a step forward after coming out. I sat down, took off socks and shoes, and applied a balm given by one of them. Then I wrapped the ankle with a crepe bandage, wore socks and shoes, and walked in a pigeon-toed manner toward the top. During the entire trek, my friends took every opportunity to remind me of my episode. And I just wished, karma will bite them off one day for this.