Ghagharia : The Prayag to Ascent
Life is
always stretched up on balance sheets by us. But those never gave us the joy as
the ventures in nature give. I never hesitated to move on myself because I acquired
that golden rule of change from the trees I met, the mountains I laughed with
and the stars I glanced at.
No one has
the ability to glorify Nature, it is not meant to be, all the things only do
matter is the feelings and its reciprocation by ourselves.
On my
reaching to Ghagharia or Govinddham, I did not need to accustom myself, I felt
that those pines knew that I would come and they made it in my way. The clouds
whom I was talking to earlier, may have sent the message. It is a town with
much of a business, hotels and other pleasure arrangements, though they all
know, everything is temporary and that feeling of giving up or leaving you will
never see in their eyes. To them, its life hard in mountains, survival is
everyday dose.
A cultural ‘prayag’
was on its height, I could meet many people and people means a library in each
of them, every contemplation, complain, disturbance and happiness are laid out. Being in the
Gurudwara, I got to see some unseen people who were lost in the majoritarian
world of fame.
The
scattered clouds were representing their wishes to go down, to meet their
dearest river, like the diverse human emotions were ready to melt down in the
vast emptiness they have left, in the superior existence of Nature the hollows
could be intimidated. And I go there always to seek that intimidation which
will give me the greatest pleasure which I will not get by anything.
