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Munnar the confluence of three.

Munnar seems to be a perfect scenery painting. We reached Munnar at night and the temperature was freezing 1℃. Now all we needed was a ‘kadak Indian chai’. The hotel tea is generally very bland and thus we decided to walk and find a road side tea stall. The roadside tea pot was now boiling with three different aromas of clove, cardamom and lemon grass. As we sip our tea we hear sound of water flowing with gush then the alert stall owner tells us the story of the rivers of Munnar and how Munnar got its name from these rivers.

Over the clouds!

Trips with college friends are always loud music, laughs, pranks and yes, some controversial games. Ours though took a silent turn. We hit the roads on local bikes to Bhushi dam where a few hundred people were sitting and shouting at each thunder as it was the peak rainy season. After shouting and having oily pakoras we needed some peace and we found Tiger hill to be the solution. But some events on Tiger hill made us completely silent and everyone was in just awe of the mother nature.

Story of Sword.

Right on the first day we went to find some sword shops in Amritsar. We found 3 shops very near to the golden temple. My uncle wanted us to bring a sword from Punjab. Like any other tourist shop the shopkeeper was making up stories for every sword to tell how rare it was. He started, “This sword was gifted to the King of Thailand by our Patiala prince. But it got stuck in the customs on Thailand airport and was sent back. The proud prince never took back his sent gifts thus left it unclaimed and I bought this sword from airport auction.” We bought that sword but the sword had something else in mind and before we could gift the sword to my uncle the sword had made real its story.

Spotlight in the Sea on a pitch-dark night.

Standing on the walls of Raigad fort and listening to stories of the Great Shivaji Maharaj, my heart was filled with pride and bravery. This brave heart was soon going to cry with fear. A short 3-hour drive took us to the secluded Karde village. After a long dip in the ocean we sat down for a dinner where the locals told us that today we could see Mars the closest to earth in 11 years. To watch this spectacle we went back to the beach in complete darkness. I looked up at the completely star filled sky. My small eye was unable to fit in the innumerable stars, twinkling every second and the outcasted yet beautiful red planet. My uncle told us focus on some suspicious yellow light in the sea. This scared me and I started sobbing holding my mother tight but what followed next made this adventure worth while.


Chaos is mindfulness!

Our whole family except the younger generation was going to the Ganga Sagar. This holy place is considered to be very peaceful. Leaving the peace we were determined to enjoy shopping in the most chaotic city of India. This fun fold shopping and food trip was about to take a different turn as we were about spend the next 3hours of our life. I from the front seat could see the distant Howrah bridge completely filled with unmoving cars. Everyone was by now honking as one of the trams had got stuck right in the crossing and people were now fighting with the tram driver increasing the chaos in the situation. Irritated by all this and predicting this will go on for a while, I closed my eyes. Then what happened changed my life completely.

Flooded gutter and clean Floaters.

Faith in Gajanan Maharaj calls us every year to Shegaon. After taking blessings of Gajanan Maharaj we went to Prachin Mahadev Temple. It was a cloudy afternoon of July, usually a peak rainy season in India. A slight glaze though was visible all around, clearly telling us that it had rained recently. The 15mins journey was through small road parallel to a gutter on one side and brick houses with steel roofs on the other side. By now the wind and heavy showers had started to make thunderous noise of the steel roofs. To add to this the rickshaw was making funny noises from the water entering through slowly flooding gutter and potholes and came to a jerking halt. With no choice we got down the rickshaw and started walking in that dirty and shit smelling water. We were horrified at the thought that we might be smelling the same. But due to the blessings of Gajanan Maharaj something miraculous was about to happen.

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