While I march purposefully on, further down the road of self-pity, that runs right through Mope-dom, I must pause and share some awesomeness that I experienced not so long ago. My journey to a place where everything was so quiet, I could hear myself think.
Where I spent a questionable amount of time watching the sun play hide and seek.
And every now and then my thoughts would collide.
And every moment felt comfortably slow.
Where calm sometimes held me in a tight embrace and didn’t let go.
My muscles stretched in ways I’d forgotten they could.
Where bliss was a perfectly white cloud that floated by.
Where everything was in its right place.
All this and more, happened amidst high energy, rustic barbecuing, long bus rides, quaint village homes, wide open coffee plantations and trekking up what felt like gravity-defying inclines, somewhere in the recesses of Sakleshpur in the Western Ghats of Karnataka.
It has been years since I went on a trek of this kind. Where scaling the top of a hill felt like the best feeling ever. One memorable trip and many pictures later I still can’t find the right words to describe just how pretty the place was, or how glad I felt to be there. In some senses it fixed in my mind something that I haven’t been able to fully understand. And yet, it is an experience I cannot explain. Somethings are just like that. Indescribable.