My first Trek-Bhira Tamhini
Washing mud from my feet and grime from my tired body, the memories came rushing in. Initially in sequence and later in bursts and flashes. So decided to pen them down before aging memory fails me. It already started to look like a dream now but was not so dream-like when we were out there doing it. It was real, perhaps more real then the mere existense of our day-to-day life. What started as a 5 day trek to Sahyadri, became a toil which opened all the joints of my body and sensitised some deep corners of my mind. From the outside, through our city blinded eyes, these places looks barren, down-right poor and less fortunate. But staying there, living their life, eating their food and breathing their air make you realise the richness. The richness of life, richness of heart, richness of time and richness of stories. So here are some glimpses of that richness which touched me, overwhelmed me and made me a follower with the mud on my feet. The day started with me luging my r