Rian slowed down for a moment to catch his breath, leaned against the rocks and watched the other tourists pass by him. He came here every year, this time, during the summer holidays for so many years now that he may have lost count. The city of Saputara, situated right at the border of the state of Gujarat, was not one of the places people would die for but then again, this place had become a secret Mecca for him since that day. He looked at the faces of the other tourists, some of them tired already, having second thoughts, others taking it up as a challenge against nature and racing ahead until their lungs gave up. He remembered his trip, back so many years, he was one the challengers. He came on a solo trek trip and this place was on the first evening in their itinerary. The Suicide…
