I always crave to live in a place close to nature. Living in a city filled with noises and pollution, these short expeditions to the lap of nature nourish me to be alive till my next getaway. Trekking from foot of the Kudremukh hill, and finally when you reach on top, the feeling of fulfillment looking at this view is something which I have never got from any worldly luxuries. Slight drizzle, thick fog, carpet of luscious green grass, fresh air and after all the feel of nature came as a combo package. After reaching this point I turned back and looked at the path I covered. I stood there with my mind wandering in different thoughts outburst with emotions.
The little grasses were happy there. They owned the hill. They grew up playing together and spreading around everywhere. It was their place. The bigger trees moved away from the territory giving them privacy. Frequent rain showers providing them with enough water sustaining their life. Clouds come down to chitchat and gossip with them. Thick white fog embraced them and put them to sleep. Everything was perfectly in place till humans found out their hideout. The perfect beauty attracted more of them. The calmness of the place was replaced by the human laughter and talks and a trail was created by the grass who sacrificed its life under the foot of travellers. Now it doesn’t belong to them anymore. Now they live in the fear of death and torture, being stamped by the travellers passing by…
The Luscious green carpeting over the hills
with a crown of thick velvety clouds
fog embracing the nature with its cold hands
pampering the tiny grasses with its kisses
Love, affection and happiness spreading around
celebrating togetherness and contentment..