Remember those times?When the mist silenced all sound
When the footsteps were muffled
and one treaded ever so gently
upon the welcoming Earth?
Those times, when the vision seemed blurred, but
the clarity in the heart
Lamahatta tea gardens, Darjeeling
When fog descends, it obliterates all features that one is familiar with, the same old landscape becomes mysterious, captivating and enchanting. The swirling mist reminds one of stories written by Ruskin Bond in the hills of Mussoorie.
I enter the fog to reach a fish pond where the fish wait patiently to be fed. When i look back there is no home, just a blank wall of fog!
Such days happen a few times in the Delhi winter and when they do..they infuse the being with a chilling excitement
I remember travelling to the hills in buses that were held together by the sheer genius of the driver and conductor (and some highly innovative roadside mechanic!). There was nothing there that did not rattle or squeak. It stopped at the remotest of places and welcomed everybody happily. The guy holding a squawking chicken upside down was as comfortable boarding, as a lady with a basket full of fresh vegetables which rolled out at every turn.
During one journey, rain pourned inside the bus because of holes in the roof. It was then that the stranger behind me opened his umbrella and saved the day and my head!
I have come to believe in the goodness of human nature through my travels. I have seen people go out of their way more often than not, to help someone in distress.
Maybe I travel because it rekindles my faith in humanity…
Enroute to Lamahatta, WB
To be in the mountains means to be totally accepting of what nature throws your way..be it sudden rains or a slowly descending mist! The game must go on, under all circumstances… 🙂
When I was little, putting my head near the open car window was one of my favourite things to do during journeys. The play of the breeze on the face and hair, the myriad fragrances of a wet mountain road, all added to the fun of travel, with music providing a happy, foot-tapping beat.
However, It stopped when contact lenses found their way into the eyes and vanity prevented the newly shampooed hair from getting messed up in the wind!
Now, years later, the playfulness of childhood has dawned yet again and as one leaves the pollution of the city behind and starts the uphill climb on mountainous roads, down come the windows and one, once again, discovers the simple pleasures of driving… 🙂
Sikkim Roads, Premonsoon,
Sometimes the setting is perfect for some reflection, contemplation or meditation. Imagine elegant mountains shrouded by low-lying clouds and imagine the scene changing every time you blinked! The constant change and the reassuring permanence teach an inspiring lesson..