In the Arms of Nature
My
urge to write this post was aroused by an online discussion.
The discussion
was about nature – about one’s favorite place to be or about one’s favorite vacation
spot. 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 specific, 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 join the leaves and sing you their
lullabies in perfect symphony.
Not to mention, the smell of the wet soil, the 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 causing the ones like me, rush into the
house for shelter. But those flashes simply remind you of the overpowering might of nature.
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.
The waters that you see in the picture above are not waterfalls, but waters coming from inside the rocks. Soothing, huh? So next time you plan out your vacations, try going to the
hills in monsoons and that would be one of the best experiences of your life.
Yah, hill stations everybodys favorite place including me
ReplyDeleteYou maintion on your poem the smell of soil
Did you experience it?
I have many times specially on first rain