The umbrella diaries...

It was by far the best place i have ever seen...it was certainly divine ! But it didn't have the usual sky craving skyscrapers,nor the stubborn concrete buildings, nor the hollow walls of any dwelling, nor the diplomatic voices of the metropolitan cities,nor the stressful traffic and not even scenic monumental architecture..There were just 3 people there...me,my silence and nature uninterrupted.

I really couldn't previously understand why some people craved to be with nature and would want to live all by themselves,leaving all the fancies of the materialistic world to live a life so bland..with no cars,no big palatial houses,with not many appetizing and elaborate delicacies to choose from, with just plain clothes to wear..living a life not worth living...but i guess i was wrong...living near nature is an experience not worth leaving...cities can wait...
Not many people in today's world have the taste to live with simplicity..not many have the time to spend with nature...not many have the guts to leave what is shear comfort and necessity !
"Its not easy to be with oneself...it is far easy to live with others..."
Imagining and analysing life from this perspective i feel that we are in this rat race called life,missing out on a lot of beautiful things and moments...and this is what a day's trek to binsar's zero point made me realise..
Its hard to describe the place,its beyond words...the rustling sound of the dry leaves when you walk over them trying to sing a song, the sudden gush of the strong cold winds jostling the trees creating a symphony in mellow voices,pleading you to stop and enjoy the bountiful harmony and the beauty of nature and its songs for at least a minute..the birds were as if joining in the orchestra welcoming the spring with open hearts...the other creatures also joined in the chorus to let you know of their presence..the sudden drizzle made you wonder if the falling tiny raindrops were a part of the nature's conspiracy of the the enchanting symphony..and you might have never imagined how rhythmic these tiny little raindrops could be till they thud on the mud below to recreate a mesmerizing percussion of sorts..the soulful reverberance of whose sound fills your heart,mind and soul...
and that is not it...when you reach the trek till the top..you realize what they meant by heaven when they first coined the name...with clouds below you and walking besides you...precipitating on your face whenever a strong wind gushes past you...with hills below you and the himalayas infront of you clothed in the whitest clouds one could imagine...looking so enigmatic and mesmerizing...that you would never want to leave...
These feelings cannot be put into words...because somethings can only be experienced and not talked about!
P.S.: All Pictures are courtesy my father and the one holding the umbrella in the first picture is me.