"Anjaane Saayon Ka Raahon mein Dera hai, Andekhi baahon ne hum sabko ghera hai..." The Lower Himalayas: Nature and its entities of higher order need to be attended at a level befitting them. You can't be indifferent in your attention to them; forgiving as they might be but oblivion is not an excusable state to be in, by any measure, after having been amidst them... Whilst you rush your way through, a distracting halt can bring you down to your knees in front of the denizens for their presence and influence can be overwhelming to your senses... to the extent that you wish that you could just vapourize and merge with them, then and there... When your Alone-ness syncs with the Silence of the nature, you have reached your ideal melting point with nature and it is melancholy & enamoring, both at the same time! Lansdowne: After a day of river-rafting at @[100005761097353:2048:Wild River Rishikesh], on the 120 Km stretch of the Neelkanth Road, from Shivpuri to Dugadda, it had been drizzling incessantly and it took me 7 hours at an average of 30 kmph & stops, to reach Lansdowne, with hourly breaks. Although I had water-proofed myself from head to toe, my hands and feet were wet and exposed to the chilly winds. I had to keep rinsing the leather gloves every time I stopped for a tea break. Time to get myself a pair of waterproof gloves and Adventure boots. Dark and Deep were the woods of the forests on the hills.