Connected by a bridge..

Coorg, the place which is also known as Scotland of India, is a popular tourist location in South India. This hill-station has always been popular for its scenic beauty. She never disappoints the travellers who come to her. She embodies everything a nature lover crave for. From rivers, mountains, forests,streams, lakes, valleys, cliffs, one can find a full course meal to satisfy your appetite to explore the beauty of nature.

Though my goal was to do River-rafting in Cauvery river, as always when my travel plans are made, somehow I end up in places which are less crowded and less visited. Cauvery River-rafting is located near Kushalnagar, Coorg. Almost a kilometer before my destination, I came across this beautiful hanging bridge. It is not built as part of attracting tourists, but it is the only connectivity for the people living in the village across the river. It was a surprising fact for me to see that in real, though I have heard a lot about underdeveloped places having less connectivity with the external world.

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Across the bridge awaited me a beautiful village, with mud roads and paddy farms on either side of the small walk way. The villagers around the area totally depends on this small road and the hanging bridge to go to the next nearest town, Kushalnagar.


Muddy pools formed by the rain
has a painful story to say
we were fresh,pure and clear
little droplets blue in color
diamonds were jealous of us
rainbow shades sparkling on us
we hit the ground wrapped in mud
our shade changed into deep brown
we lost all shine and shimmer
living life ignored by all…

P.S. My experience on river-rafting in Coorg will be shared in my next post 🙂

We are in loveđź’–

Being in love is an amazing feeling. The smile that comes to your face thinking about your beloved. Walking through a crowd with that one person in your head and all everything else around are turned into shadows. Every second of the day passing wondering what the other person is doing and above all the feeling of getting butterflies inside the tummy whenever that person look at you. The goosebumbs on your skin with their touch and more than that the urge to be beside your loved one every second of the day.

Dont you think animals also will be going through similar feelings and emotions? This used to be one of the crazy questions that is part of my day dreams. I got an answer finally when I came across this cute couple. I could feel the warmth of their overwhelming love and attraction towards each other. Looking afar into the horizon they sat there, body resting on the other in a romantic way. The green forest creating the ambience to add on fire and the slight drizzle glazing their mood.

I stood there for a while looking at their posture suddenly remembering that I have to capture this to add to my collection so that this moment will live forever. I went closer to get a perfect picture. They didnt move at all. I felt they didn't even realise that I am standing behind them. This was a blow to my knowledge that animals are quite good in sensing what is happening around them. They were in a different world. A world of their own filled with desire and love, where nobody else has got a space..

Leaning towards the back of her beloved
She dreamt about their blissful world
The early days they grew up together
Days and nights pushed their life further
From the trees to streams and caves
Singing, jumping, dancing and laughing
They were one soul in two bodies
Ignoring the busy world around them
Reassuring about their togetherness
From the day they met till end of life…

Life is short…

From the time of birth to death, the events take place in ones lifetime is numerous. The emotions one feel at different point of times are different. Sometimes we feel extremely happy, sometimes gloomy, angry, jealousy…You name it ,one might had encountered all these atleast once in their life journey. Every day is not same.

Why we connect emotions always to humans? May be to an extent to animals especially our pets and not for the trees, plants and other objects in nature? Even in their life time they might have had many experiences. They are not able to speak and express doesn't mean that they dont feel anything. They also have their child, youth and oldage. They do perish one day.

When I saw these fallen leaves blanketing the whole ground, It reminded me of the journey they went through. Would they have thought when they were young, supple and green that their end will be like this? All their beauty and colour lost and turned into brown, stiff and crumbled pile waiting for their day to be part of the soil. Do they whisper something into our ears? A message that Life is short and we are not always young.

I was young and pretty once upon a time
My skin was clean and firm and green
Head was high and dreams were big
I thought I was the best in this world…
I never looked at the fallen ones down
Coz my pride blurred my vision
And here I lie as one among them
Wrinkled and crumbled and dried..
The day is not far to leave this world
To merge with the soil where I was born…

A day in the desert…

Hey all,

This is the first time I am trying to write about my travel diverting from my favourite topic of going into depth of what I see and feel. Do forgive me for my flaws. If anybody wonder why I moved from my usual topic, you will get the answer at the end of this write up.

As part of my job, I get the privelege to enjoy 1 week stay in Dubai and explore places during off days. Whichever new place I go, I usually check google and see the places of interest and try to cover all of them. I covered all known places in Dubai in first 2-3 visits and nothing gave me the feeling of gratification as a nature lover as the top 10 attractions in Dubai was all amidst the city, crowded and pure show of luxury. Nowhere I could find a calm and peaceful environment.

I started checking for not much known locations as I started getting tired of Dubai as my visits became more frequent. Thats how I came across the description of a beautiful man-made lake, Al Qudra in the middle of Saih Al Salam desert, designed in the concept of Oasis in a desert.

Al Qudra lake, Dubai.

This place was a blow to my preconceived view about Dubai, that they have less greenery. I couldn't really believe that this is a manmade lake till I saw the water supply pipes to the lake which is again not obvious. Though Dubai is in its peak summer, the weather at this place is pleasant enough and heat was bearable. I actually was so taken back by the breathtaking view of lake, may be thats why the temperature around me went unnoticed or may be because of the water body, the place is cooler compared to other parts of Dubai.

Another attraction near to Al Qudra lake was the Swan lake, where one can see hundreds of swans enjoying their swim, playing with their buddies, making lot of noise. I felt they were in some vacation. They were so happy there, least bothered about the human visitors passing by. We can go quite near them even though a low fencing is there. I was surprised that they didn't show any signs of discomfort and fear when I moved close to them.

Swan lake, Al Qudra, Dubai.

Al Qudra has more surprises. This is just 2 among them. I hope my attempt to do a travelogue is not too bad. See you soon with more details and captures.

Thank you for reading😊

Sunset view, Al Qudra.

A streak of light, young crescent moon
Sparkling waves, refreshing breeze..
Night struggling hard to embrace the sky
Pushing away the last remaining light..
and slowly the darkness engulfed the world
assuring a brighter day tomorrow..

Early morning tea..

My day starts with a cup of tea. I feel something is missing when I dont get it. The fresh aroma and the flavour washing away the left over sleep in my eyes and made me ready to start my day with full energy and bliss.

Even though I had learnt about the processing of tea at school, I never thought too much about it till I saw a tea plantation. I walked amidst the well shaped tea trees arranged in a step by step fashion attracting every eye who has the sense to admire beauty.

The different shades of green covering whole area in a hilly terrain with dew drops on the leaves shining brightly is a breathtaking view. I stood there looking at the mesmerising tea garden. I saw the little leaflets in light green shade which pulled me into deeper thoughts…

How painful it would have been for the mother to pull its newborn from her arms and take it away from her? Isn't it same for the tea plant as well? The newborn leaf of her's is plucked away from the mother ignoring her tears hidden by the dewdrops . Is she aware that her little babies are dried and smashed and squeezed which is further put into boiling water and consumed by people? Wouldn't it be heart breaking for her? She cried for many days bearing the pain of parting and again gave birth to a new one without realising that the fate of this one is also similar..

Chikmagalur, Karnataka state, India.

The freshness of a cup of tea
Give a kickstart to a bright day
The newborn babies plucked
From the mothers arms are dried
crushed, squeezed and pressed
It come to us in a fancy packing..
She gave birth to offsprings again
Without knowing their fate is same.

Kissed by fog..

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…

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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..

Rays of light…

Light is always considered as hope. When the day is cloudy, we call it moody and when the sun shines bright, we call it a pleasant day. Have you all ever thought why it is so? Why we believe light bring happiness and the darkness bring sorrow? I was always confused at this concept and I do believe few of you will have the same doubt as mine.

A day begins when the light rays kiss the beautiful earth and her smile wakes up the whole world. She laughs through her waves and she dances through the wind. Whole day she enjoys his presence and warmth around her. Hours they spend in each other’s hugs and her day ends when the light rays kiss her good bye with a promise of returning back the next day.

The black clouds were jealous of their relationship. They want to see these loved ones apart. They enveloped her with their thick black clouds stopping the sunlight from reaching her. She cried… She protested… The angry black clouds hit her hard with lashes of rain. Poor earth. Her prettiness left her, covered in mud and water. She stood silent and gloomy. She showed her fierceness through strong winds blowing with all its force which blew the demonic clouds away making way for her loved one. Here they are together again, the bright sunlight and the pretty earth singing tales of love…


Rays of light piercing through the clouds
Each beam brighter than the other one
Making its way to meet his beloved earth
Rescuing her from the demonish clouds
Days and days she was waiting for him
From the time black clouds covered her
Attacking her with swords of rain drops
Blocking her from the touch of light
She smiles finally,relieved in his presence
Finally embraced by his mighty arms…


Blind in love..

Here begins a day, a beautiful way to start admiring this view. Did you ever think how trees might be displaying its love? How they might be talking to each other? How they will be showing their intimacy. I was asking these trees for the answers to my questions. This picture was captured on my way to Chikmagalur, a beautiful district in Karnataka cradled by the mountains and enchanted with splendid greenery. I couldn’t hold myself to stop and capture this beautiful view though I was running short of time to reach my destination.

They were entwined, branches were their hands. Exploring each other’s beauty and holding tightly so that the early morning winds won’t push them apart. It was a foggy morning. The air around was chilly filled with the fragrance of coffee from the plantations spread around the area. They were beautiful as you can see, having a perfect shape, their trunks branched and spread out touching each other unveiling a breath taking view for those who pass by.

Moving their body slowly matching with the beautiful song sung by the wind and the foggy environment was creating the ambiance. Were they aware that the cluster of clouds above them is looking at them in jealousy? Were they noticing the fog rising around them and cloaking with their misty hands? They were blind in love. Nothing else can bring them back to word from their state of ecstasy. Standing day and night embracing their loved one, minds wandering away from the worldly concerns and reaching to the peak of gratification.


Dew drops dancing over the baby twigs
white creamy fog embracing the world
fallen leaves repenting on their fate
lonely trees eyeing them with jealousy
No one can part us, they told the wind
who tried his best to push them apart
they stood brave singing their love story

I am alone..

If someone ask me what I hate most without any doubt I will say it is to be left alone. That might be one reason I got attached to the lone trees. There is some points in your life when you are left out, lonely with no one to share your thoughts and feelings, to be part of your little world. Isn’t it really hard? Don’t you think even other living things in the nature will be feeling the same?

When all other living things around them live their life surrounded by their family and friends, they stand here alone excluded by everyone. Being able to watch everything surrounding them standing tall above all while there is no one around to touch or talk. clouds staring at them from above and pitying and the winds talking about the happiness and contentment you get being not alone , the little grasses wondering why they are unreachable and try to go near the roots to comfort them but failing miserably in their task.

They wait there when the seasons change, when the years passes, when the sun sets and rises again. To love and to be loved. To be part of their life. To Live and  Die together..


Blinded by pride towering above the rest
boasting about his victory and achievement
overwhelmed by the power over the little things
twisted and misshaped by his wickedness
without the realisation that he is mocked
that you have lived alone and will die alone


There he stands alone among his peers
waiting for his day to take his leave
is it his age that betrayed him
or the harsh kisses of the weather
there he stands counting his days
shouting the truth all will die one day..