My bucket list was brimming. And the Dudhsagar falls was at the brim. But then, one monsoon went after the other and I just couldn’t make it there. But this time, I was letting it go off easily. I had to witness it in person. I had to walk the walks. I had to immerse myself in the aura of one of the majestic creations of the nature- roaring and thundering from the skies above and splitting the landscapes below.
The rains don’t just infuse the larger falls with life but give birth to many little ones. I can’t forget the sight of one little silky beautiful stream that created a very mystic waterfall inside a vault. Such a ravishing sight, like a door into the woods, like a stairway into a dreamy land, like a green frame made from the moss covered arches on the wall enclosing a picture so alive that you will never get tired of staring into.
Yeah, I had a sense of accomplishment. Yeah, I had ticked off another must-do from my bucket list. Yeah, the deafening falls took me by my heels. But wise men say the journey is the most beautiful part of the travel and not the destination itself. I guess they are right after all.