Living a lusty life is not easy. The world will shun you for what you are; they will look down upon you. It needs courage to live a lusty life. Very few understand lust; it’s a burning desire, the extreme passion, to get things that you lust for, no matter what comes.
When I messaged the trip’s participants ‘Trip cancelled, Less People’ on Friday night, I knew that the lustiest of them will surely reply.
Saturday morning two people, I and Akhilesh, lusty for nature’s beauty began our one-such-journey which quenched our thirst for nature’s nectar.
But like every journey I ever undertook, this too have surprises in store, may be these surprises are the reason I crave for more. On an overcast afternoon we reached Chandoli Village to find that the Jungle is closed for tourists for the monsoon and it will open back in October after the rains. Something inside me uttered ‘Thank God I cancelled the trip; else I would have been thrashed by others!’
We decided to spend the evening in Chandoli and see the village. As soon as we entered the village we heard Peacocks singing deep inside the farms. We climbed a hill near the village to get a better view of the village and also caught a glimpse of the Dam wall. The hills’, the farms’, the jungle’s green filled us with glee. We followed a stream towards the village; the place was so abundant with life, Brahminy Starlings, Rose Finches, Jungle Babblers, Doves, Squirrels, Roosters, Chameleons all gave us a wink.
Next Morning we chased Koyna Nagar down. She was more gorgeous than we had imagined. Just a walk down her curves pumped blood to our sinews. We were greeted by a band of mischievous monkeys near the Koyna Dam. They offered us mangoes with their slender limbs and tried to enchant us but somehow we break away from their charm and moved ahead.
After being mesmerized by the velvety violet water lily in the Nehru Park we moved on along a stream and reached a cascade which lead to a huge waterfall. The Estuarine Kingfishers were a delight to the eyes, their swiftness and high pitch notes were so rejuvenating; it felt like I drank the nectar from Forever-youth-fountain.
Now it was time to return and if anything was left, a heavy downpour, soaking us to the tendons, gratified all our senses. The feeling of rainwater hitting the crown and running down the hair and dripping on to the ears and nose is unparalleled, it’s like cleansing of the soul and filling it with pure lust.
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