The Dream is to Ride, where we’ll ride we’ll see!”

When she told her parents of her plan, her mother casually said, “I am proud you are planning this trip, but I thought you’d make this decision sooner!” The unquestioning faith they held in her was half the battle won.

In the span of ten days, Harshini and her group of fellow riders, a diverse bunch from Bangalore, snaked across the state touching Jaipur, Jodhpur, Jaisalmer, Sam, Osian, Pushkar, and back full circle. At daybreak, the riders would set off, sharing their locations with the group and aware of each other’s whereabouts at all times. For Harshini, the trip proved doubly challenging, bike riding proving strenuous and requiring a consistent upright posture and angled legs. Every day at dusk, as she massaged and cared for her battered leg. She’d fear that she wasn’t strong enough to finish the trail, that it was the end of the road for her. Every morning, she pushed herself, one herculean day after another, until she had done it.