As we were exchanging lot thing about the place and people, myself and Jaya mam had lot to speak about elephants as we heard from Sindhu teacher that elephants are frequent visitors to the place. We passed trees, huts, green hills, mountains, rivers, bridges, women, children, dogs, cows, goats and everything of a pastoral side. The drive is not just beautiful, but it took us to the heart of rustic life. An old grandfather Tree is sindhu teacher’s landmark of the spot. It seems Manu, (her son) has squiggled his name on this tree,once. I loved Manu for doing this as I do it often. The tree looked quite eerie and long.I wanted to reach out near the tree to write even my name on it. But the very presence of my respectable Professors tuned me back from doing it.
The vehicles are parked on the road side. We had to take few slushy steps down to reach the river. I gave helping hands to Lee, who found it difficult to climb down. It is truly a breath taking sight. The water ebbs leaving foam behind, and the branched trees whose roots are in the river,stood in the happiness of getting itself wrapped up in the warmth of waves. I loved the chemistry, the trees and waves made…a feel of togetherness and I imagined them as a lovely couple who stays together forever. Sometimes, nature tells us better tales about relationships than humans had. The rocks on the shore stood as mute spectators to this spectacle.
As always, Vava lost in her own world, looking for stories in every stone and telling those stories to the waves. I am sure Hod sir had absolutely enjoyed her activities and this is an unearthed moment of child in him. The silence tells me that I am also a part of them.
When we started back, it was around 6pm. While Nagaraj sir and Charly went on to drop Sindhu teacher and family, rest of us spent our time in a petty chai shop in one of the junctions. Yes, I remember the tea stall’s name, Malabar. By the time, the rain has started and after all what is a tale without some rain!!?