A river- its waters a magical blue- the blue of the eyes of an elf queen; boulders: grey, peach, white; gold sands studded with pebbles the color of pink roses, marble whites, Venus-blues, old parchment yellows and sunset skies; sands that turn to glistening pearls under the waning moon; the Milky Way snaking its riverine course across the ink jet sky; steep greyed cliffs that frown down with dried grassy eyebrows; a deciduous forest lining the river- dark emerald greens covering a silvery nakedness; pitcher plants stashed with delicate butterflies in chambers filled with the Devil's nectar; fresh pugmarks of a leopard as it emerged from its forested abode for a drink in the coldest hour of the night, shy hoof-prints of the barking deer; slinking footprints of the civet as it nosed around in the food-pit for last night's remains; fish nibbling at your toes- nibbling off the day's tiredness; human palm-like mongoose prints disappearing into the waters; bottom dwelling fish with bright blue bellies and orange fins slinking into rocky crevices; the silence of the night interjected by gurgling riffles; dawn's silence broken by the muntjac's bark; veins of fire lighting up waters as transparent as a damselfly's wings; a rock to sit on, a blue pool to stare at, pen and paper in hand, some friends to write to...
The above describes our campsite at Kundelgoff by the banks of the Mahadeo river within the Balpakram National Park, Meghalaya. It is part of a letter written to my friend Partho on 30th Jan '15 from unarguably one of the most breathtaking places on the planet.
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