Staring helplessly at the colossal Himalayan beast, I knew it was going to crush me in no time. In the final act in the play of life, in the few moments of calmness before the denouement, is where our blessings reside. I recalled a question that our HMI instructor was once asked, “Avalanche se kaise bachna chahiye?” (How does one save oneself from an avalanche?). Jokingly, he had replied, “Sawal hain ki kaise marna chahiye”. (The question really is how should one die in an avalanche?). While his retort sparked a rollicking laugh in class, he continued, “Kismat acchi huyi to koi bada ice block ya pathar lag jayega, nahi to barf mein dab gaye to bhagwan malik”. (If you are lucky, you may just get hit by a block of ice, but if you get submerged in snow and ice, then only God can save you). His survival advice was to hide behind any natural feature, keep your face away from the incoming blast and roll into as small a ball as possible to lessen the shock from the blow. Protecting your head was crucial. In those split seconds, these words resonated with me. Unable to find any natural formation to hide behind, I took a few steps forward, sat down and put my head between my thighs. I tried my best to wrap myself into as small a ball as I could. In my thoughts, all I wanted was to disappear magically.