Awe. Inspired.

The aperture opened its lid and allowed light to travel. The viewfinder got busy locating the angles. The focal points were playing hide & seek. But then, the winked eye was getting restless; as the mind was drifting to select the perfect scene.

Meanwhile, the blues above and the greens beneath were celebrating their true colours. With every passing minute, the shadows of the white clouds were caressing the little pebbles and the huge rocks. The gala affair was also accompanied by the twin children of the Sunray & heat. The moment was gaining momentum. The mercury was rising. But then the dark clouds appeared. The al fresco venue had a new guest. The gathered clouds arrived to splash the blues and the greens to wake them up from a state of narcissism.

Meanwhile, a pebble slipped through its habitat and joined a new circle of stones. Just like a little boy escaping studies and leaves home to play with the colony children. The mistake of one pebble was borne by the whole lot, as they had a roller-coaster ride; the sound that appeared declared their experience.

Meanwhile, the pitter-patter of the kids tickled the plateau's surface. Their echo reverberated miles, just to elope with the passing wind currents. Even the humungous ghats paved the way to that never-to-come-back moment.

Meanwhile, the little creatures who had just seen the light of the day were impaled by the butcher birds. A few tried the camouflage trick, but it was a game of survival of the finest. The avian couples, who were courting from last few days, were busy preparing themselves to bring in new life on the planet. Carrying a twig or two, they travelled to and fro, whose count they only knew.

Meanwhile, the larva struggled to leave the pupa. Those who left their womb for a flight of freedom quickly started seeking a mate. A few were very lucky to find one early, while a few were beating around the bush. Some of them made wildflowers their hangout joint. And those who missed the caravan served themselves as prey to the creepy creatures.

Meanwhile, a fish-shaped manmade pool was brimming with black beauties. The shiny curves and over-the-top attitude wear soaked to the soul. Except their long horns curved at its edge. Looking at the strangers they seemed conscious. But instead of leaving the place they preferred to indulge in the pool of mud.

Meanwhile, two red-coloured state transport buses were moving in tandem across a road that was carved out of the great Ghats. Their engines were rattling and huffing and pushing harder to cross the serpentine highway. They had to halt for a second, once, as their movement was interrupted by a notorious sedan.

The winked eye’s restlessness shot up; lifted itself from the viewfinder’s opening, only to discover blur effect on its surface, and fifty shades of grey finally gathering to sweep the plateau at any moment. Whereas the mind, awe-inspired by the perfect scenic moment.

Date: 2^nd October 2015

Place: Malshej Ghat, Maharashtra