Friday, January 27, 2017

An Impulsive Trip to the Goddess's Home

Sometimes life is all about making sudden decisions and traveling at the gust of the moment.

This morning, as I woke up in the early morning to have my glass of water, I suddenly had this inner urge to go traveling. As the water reached my belly, options started running in my mind... This place-no, have been there before...and likewise. Suddenly, a thought stuck firmly. Why not visit Pavagadh? Its been years and years, I set my foot there.

So there I got ready, packed my camera and a book and off I went to the bus stand. I could have taken a bike, but it is now in its final stages of life and I didn't want to make it's transition too fast until I have a baby bike again.

I am glad that sometimes, I make right decisions like this one. I reached on time as the sun was making its way to the routine business. I decided to climb my way up and take the ropeway on my way down. What did I do on my way up?

I observed various people... from all walks of life from children to old, from newborns to their big siblings, and felt the cool breeze blowing fast. I saw donkeys multiple times on their way up and down. I wonder how many times they take the burden and climb their way to and fro in a day. I encountered the friendly monkeys trying trying to appease the tourists. I think I also saw far away in the horizon, the starting point of River Vishwamitri. 

It is really a wonder to view the horizon and the view from the top. You start thinking how small you are and the amazement of how mother earth holds us all. The mingling of the history with modern times, the deep horizon in front of us and much more.

And yet, we have the audacity to pollute the lake near the temple that we call holy. On one side, you see women washing their clothes and on other side, you see people bathing in the 'holy lake' with construction going on around. However you are also happy that there are some who take it upon them to provide free drinking water to the passer's by. You see old women taking the pain to climb the gruesome and hard stairs to the temple up there instead of taking the ropeway. Maybe it is their belief. 

All in one, it is India.