As the Sun’s orange glow spreads,
The monsoon clouds stop still,
By its soft radiance.
They wait awhile before washing
The valley back a verdant green.
The sky acquiesces to Surya
And rich hues cover its canvas.
(A feeble attempt to atone for the devastation of nature by trying to appreciate its beauty and magic through free verse.)
We had gone to Gangotri in the summers. The power and purity of Bhagirathi overwhelmed us. Three months later at a hamlet, near Rishikesh, one morning I was sitting by the Ganges. Its beauty catapulted thru’ my eyes and mind onto paper. The humble, spontaneous words which spilled, I somehow managed to gather and ensemble.
We are trying to find a definition for “travel”. Confused with the ‘travelling’ we have been doing, we want to rediscover its meaning. The thesaurus synonyms are journey, tour, trip, voyage, backpacking. But how would the whole experience give us fulfillment? Can TRAVEL be a pithy word and fill the mindscape with a vivid canvas of awe and excitement?