I generally like to spend my my summer holidays in the hills .The aim is to seek something ....something that I can't find in the bustling cities .
One morning took a pullover for the slight nip in the air and laced my walking shoes . The forest was quiet ,except for the rustling of leaves on which I stepped .Walked down the slope not realizing that I was getting deeper into the forest .Huffed and puffed through the tangled bushes and trees .The silence of the forest was broken by the gurgling sound of water and came across a clearing .And there it was a small stream descending from the rocks .
I sat there for hours watching the drops of water falling from the rock and of course the birds would stop by quench their thirst and bid adieu .Soon, I had to return . But even now as i write I hear the sound of water falling drop by drop .....not from the rocks but from my window .
Craving to get back to hills ....smell of the wild flowers, whistles of the thrush at the break of dawn and the gurgling sound of the stream .
One morning took a pullover for the slight nip in the air and laced my walking shoes . The forest was quiet ,except for the rustling of leaves on which I stepped .Walked down the slope not realizing that I was getting deeper into the forest .Huffed and puffed through the tangled bushes and trees .The silence of the forest was broken by the gurgling sound of water and came across a clearing .And there it was a small stream descending from the rocks .
I sat there for hours watching the drops of water falling from the rock and of course the birds would stop by quench their thirst and bid adieu .Soon, I had to return . But even now as i write I hear the sound of water falling drop by drop .....not from the rocks but from my window .
Craving to get back to hills ....smell of the wild flowers, whistles of the thrush at the break of dawn and the gurgling sound of the stream .
