Wednesday, April 13, 2016

In the Arms of Nature

Okay, so it’s been a while since I wrote anything. But my urge to write this post was aroused by an online discussion.

By the way, I am totally flabbergasted by the 107 views I have gotten so far. Only 4 posts and 107 views from around the world - especially when I have never shared or advertised the presence of this blog! Thank you my viewers.

Well, the online discussion I was talking about… The discussion was about nature – about one’s favorite place to be or about one’s favorite vacation spot. And I said that I am totally a hills and mountains person. Being a native of a region in India which is known for its hills, and the twists and turns they provide while riding those snake-like roads, I am a total fan of the hills. The hills would always be my ideal holiday location, especially when the Heavens drench it with cold, icy waters, when the earth meets its desire to quench its thirst with the showers that smear its dry, hard surface; or – to be less poetic and more precise – I mean to say, the Monsoons.
O what pleasure it is simply to think of this exotic beauty – the cool, moist breeze blowing into your face, the umbrellas giving away to the strong winds, the soothing sound of the streams and rivers overflowing in its overwhelming joy.

It’s magnificent not just in its splendid picturesque charm, but also in its pleasing calmness – a calmness in which all you can hear are the leaves murmuring among themselves and the streams chanting its song. And in the night, the distant gush of waters along with the leaves sing you their lullabies in perfect symphony.

Not to mention, the smell of the wet soil, music of the pouring raindrops and the coldness of the waters that play at your feet. The intermittent flashes of thunders do give you a little shake. Some, like me, rush into the house for shelter. Others, who are used to it, just don’t notice it.

The last time I went, my cousin took me around on his bike and that was the best ride I ever had in my life. We went all the way up the hill and literally touched the clouds. You don’t feel any difference actually. But simply knowing that you are amongst the clouds, gives you a happy feeling.

Well, I guess I started with hills and ended up speaking about hills and rains and clouds. Well, they do make a perfect couple.


Sharing with you a picture of how my hometown looks like in Monsoons...


The waters that you see are not waterfalls, but waters coming from inside the rocks. And at the top right corner, you can see the clouds. It looks like fog, but they are actually clouds... Soothing, huh?

So next time you plan out your vacations, try going to the hills in monsoons (with suitable clothing, umbrellas, raincoats and a planned layout for tackling the mosquitoes ;)).


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