The Trip

the glorious trip had come to an end....i was on my way back to the polluted grounds.
Coincidently we call it Banagalore...nevermind. I felt the sadness of leaving behind somethings...somethings that would miss for some days.
I felt a part of me that refused to come with me... i don't know if it was the heart or the soul.
Sleep was nowhere in the vicinity so trying to fit in the uncomfortable seat of the bus....I started thinking how the trip started.

It was 6'o'clock and almost dark when the ironman who gave us the tickets woke me up and said "jog falls....get down". I opened my eyes...."highway to hell " ringing in my head! The way they were driving the bus ....

Anyways i crawled out of the seat and got down. I felt like a different person. All the colors i could think of was green......all i could hear was that sound of serenity..... unexplainable.In an attempt to find out the source of that subtle sound... I turned and there it was...the white waters of the magnificent jog falls. I was under that spell. The best i could do was to sit on the stone bench looking towards the fall...listening to that music...pure, pious and clean.

After the breakfast we decided to take a closer look at the waterfall. As i walked, i could feel the dew all over my face... i guess mother nature was pampering me. Through the valley , the water was falling....Oh! that was a dream. The mischievous clouds were deliberately playing that game...they wouldn't let me see and why?.... they keep the mystique creatures that live there safely hidden from the human eyes, they are too beautiful to be seen by the human eyes..