Singing ‘country roads’, I tried to distract myself as much as possible. I will not deny that the fear of being alone was scaring the hell out of me, as there was hardly a being to be seen along that tricky path. Finally, my patience paid. I witnessed something which was beyond articulation. Hidden in the midst of the vertical narrow space of those mountains, the water was plummeting with pride from the highest peak. I was stunned. I was nonplussed. My mouth was agape in an alien feeling. The beauty was beyond words.
The moment I put my foot in the running water I couldn’t control the surprise that came out in shriek. I could hear my echoes. Water temperature was -7 and the thought of getting into it was already giving chills to my skin. With strong heart and a quick check to the surrounding, I got into waterfall, trying my best to keep a strong hold of my foot on slippery giant rocks that rested all over, making it a bit difficult task. Keeping my cool I managed to earn my piece of land and enjoyed the most chilled bath ever.
Nothing in this world could be better than savoring the gift of nature. My dream to flirt with it was fulfilled. I could feel those mountains talking to me, trying to tell some unheard stories no one has ever listened. The waterfall was its testimony. I could inhale the sanctity of mysterious mountains. I was not only drenched in water, but in symphonies I cannot share.
I didn’t want to leave. Guess wind didn’t like the thought and grew stronger, chillier, calling it a day. But I was rejuvenated. My happiness was on its hilt. I felt pampered all of a sudden. I was enjoying the melancholy. I was cherishing the severe pain I had in knees. I was feeling different. That’s the thing about nature. It does its magic just like that.
P.S. Stay tuned to explore how the rest of the journey went.