Both of them defied their families to live together happily in Hyderabad, far away from the high peaks of Himalayas.
Michael, a Christian press photographer and a mountaineering enthusiast.
Maya, a Hindu teacher who is also a lovable and understanding wife to Michael.
One year, Michael decided to go on a trek to Roopkund, a lake in the Himalaya at aboutsixteen thousand feet. It is reached by a long, hard climb toward the Trishul, a snow peak that is more than twenty-two thousand feet high. For much of the year, its water remains frozen.
Are you sure on what you're gonna do Michael? It's dangerous to go there...
Maya, I've decided that I would go on a trek in Roopkund!
The trek was not really difficult, it only sounded as if it was. And I know what to do now Maya.
Michael had tried to reach Roopkund once before and failed because of bad weather and lack of experience
A lot of people tried also to climb it and many of them failed and die.
I know, just promise to me you'll come back safe to me okay?
Don't worry Maya, I have better equipment now to use and I know what to expect. I'll be fine.
I promise.
Your hair, almost at your waist Maya. Where will it have grown to by the time I'm back?
Your hair will be here? Or maybe longer?
By the time you're home, you'll have beard again, like every other time.
And you'll lost this, you'll be thin and starved.
The news came to me by way of my landlord, who had a telephone. They had found Michael’s body after three days of searching. It was close to the lake, I was told, he had almost made it there when the landslides, rain, and snowstorms came and separated Michael from the others with him. His body had a broken ankle, which was no doubt why he had not been able to move to a less exposed place. And the face was unrecognizable, burned black by the cold.