"You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in fields of gold"
As I sat underneath a Boddha tree, I hummed this song in my head, gazing upon fields of maize, shining like gold, on a lazy afternoon. Two little boys herded cows and pushed their tiny cycles on these fields. Nearby, ducks and cranes swam in a pond, surrounded by trees whose branches bent down to touch the water. A bunch of lotuses and water lilies happily bloomed in those emerald green waters. I saw an eagle fly in the distant crimson horizon where the fields gradually disappear and the lush, dense forests start. On the opposite side of the horizon, I saw the tip of the monastery stupas, standing tall like soldiers guarding a precious treasure. That afternoon I sat like a spellbound spectator. The rustling of the leaves and the sound of the gushing wind were like music to ears. I cannot explain how much my restless soul, trapped in the shackles of adulthood and attachment, caged in the cubicles of urban life, has yearned for this freedom. I am, by admission, a hopeless romantic, in love with nature and its simple joys. The minute I landed here in December,2013, It was love at first sight for me .Ever since, I have kept on coming back to this mystical place, Bylakuppe, my second home.