Matilda

Ever had a dream of you waking up after dreaming inside a tent on the edge of a mountain slope?Well, I did. Today morning, I woke up thinking I am transported to the tribal village of Rajgundha valley which is comfortably seated in the lap of Barot valley and Bir-Billing. It is no surprise that as this was the most recent trek I had gone for. The Trekkers’ Stoppe took yet another unconventional route of exploring the Barot Valley along the Uhl River. Wake up and show up! Hence, the dream I was seeing in my dream was actually the reality. That ‘trek’ morning, I woke up with the feel of warm sunrays urging me to get up. Their penetration through the green tarp of the tent was as blissful as someone gently patting me on my shoulder. I have observed that I have had the best hours of sleep in the tent during my treks. No bad dreams, no wrong postures and no abrupt calls. I didn’t bother to check the time as it seemed like it was broad daylight outside. The previous day had ...

I whispered to myseIf, "I seem to be seeing the sea!” Very few things were  as exhilarating as a cup of coffee.  Hard to believe that I was on a real sandy beach,  Something that had always been out of my reach.  Lashing waves were a melody in my meditation music, They said its therapeutic value could cure the sick.  But I know now what it means to witness the sight,  Of fast-paced breaking waves forming foam so bright.  Cool breezy wind whizzing past each strand of hair,  Releasing all the doubts I had accumulated with care.  Remembering all thoughts that once shuddered me,  All those locks for which I hadn’t found a key.  Just this moment, I turned around facing the wide shore, Flowing away with the waves like a pebble with a lot in store.  No matter how life throws trials and tribulations weighing us down, No one can dampen the pleasure of waves bowing to cool you down....