Monsoon Magic - KAAS

Tripoto
9th Sep 2012
Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar

Shades of Green

Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar
Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar

Monsoon Clouds!!

Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar
Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar

Pink Blanket

Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar

In full bloom..

Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar

Mickey Mouse...Lookalike

Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar
Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar

In shades of Peacock

Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar

Who dropped the toothbrush ??

Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar
Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar
Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar

Magnify

Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar

Fire in the mountain

Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar

Stop sticking your tongue out

Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar
Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar
Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar

Windmills @ Chalkewadi

Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar

Thosegar Waterfall

Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar

HOT & SPICY

Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar
Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar
Photo of Monsoon Magic - KAAS by Snehal Tendulkar

Whether you like it or not monsoon weaves its magic around you. The hovering monsoon clouds bring with it colours, bloom, and scent. It fills your heart with hope to your otherwise cluttered life.

Why miss out on simple joys of life that monsoon brings. Sip a hot cup of coffee or tea while you are comfortably perched on sofa. Gaze the rain drizzle outside your window. Spend lazy rainy day at home with your family. Or simply head out with your best friends and get drenched.

Some time ago while chasing monsoon led me to beautiful KAAS!! It’s a colourful treat which comes alive only during monsoon (June- September). Monsoon showers fill this otherwise barren land throughout the year with array of wild flowers. The plateau gets covered with blanket of Yellow, Pink & Violet shades.

(Kaas Plateau or Maharashtra’s “VALLEY OF FLOWER” is situated in Satara district. It has been declared as World Heritage Site by Unesco which has brought more recognition thus attracting more and more tourist every year.)

When at KAAS don’t miss out on going to Thosegar Waterfall (Because Monsoon trips are incomplete without beautiful gushing waterfalls). Spot large number of Windmills at Chalkewadi . Dont forget to enjoy satara’s spicy vegetarian thali (SPICY-I bet your tongue catches fire)

The lush shades of green bring tranquility. The plateau keeps playing hide & seek with rain & fog.  It’s difficult to remember the technical name of these flowers. But it becomes simple for a person like me when you spot a Mickey Mouse, a tooth brush, or a peacock in a flower or the one which looks like burning flame or the flower that sticks its tongue out  ;-) .  It’s not the identity that matters, its existence that matters. You become a part of that splendid existence.

So back at home on one rainy sunday when I sit back and ponder, I think about KAAS  & how monsoon has waived its magic wand over this place.

And every time this place reminds me of a poem by William Wordworth-

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

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beautifully weaved and very crisp story.
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