As we make our way from Chiplun to Pune we cross one of nature's greatest marvels- Kumbharli Ghat.
The charisma of the Ghats leaves the onlookers spellbound. They are alluring, tempting the traveller to stop in his tracks and change his weary path. For those who do, they reveal their extensive beauty, teaching the ignorant human to revel in the magic of new life. As we drove through the Ghats, these thoughts didn't enter my mind. No words can be eloquent enough to describe what I experienced then. To the right, gentle waterfalls flowed down over red brown laterite giving rise to gurgling brooks that lined the roadside. Life, large and small, thrived in their midst. To the left, the road opened out to reveal what can only be described as nature's magnificence. A river, awakened by the sparkling waters of the sky, cut it's way through the lushness of the valley. Plants of all sizes and shapes crowded together as if celebrating the arrival of the monsoon. The mountains beyond revealed their personas. One mountain was the sentinel, stopping the grey clouds flying past and demanding they quench his streams, tortured by the summer past. Another was bathed in the golden rays of the sun, shining with a golden green no painter could replicate. The rain beat against our faces as we traversed our own mountain, crowned with soft cotton clouds, reminding us of the heaven that tales of yore have always spoken about. we went on and on, the mountain tempting us and teasing us...
Until the time came to bid goodbye. To the Ghats and the clouds and the rain and the waterfalls and the streams and the grass and the trees and the frogs and the snails and the mountain dripping with gold and the steaming chai and the friends and finally to HOME. To love and friendship and learning and first times. The honeymoon is over. All that remains is the wisp of memories that will gently haunt me forever.