In a Perfect Setting

In a Perfect Setting

We had waited in anticipation for the wet spell the whole of July. When it finally arrived in early August, we didn’t waste any time and set out for the eagerly awaited annual trek to Yeoor Hills. We were six of us, each an ardent lover of adventure, hungry to grab a slice of nature. We hopped inside a TMT bus that took us to the village, where we left all our belongings except for one haversack that contained food and water. The sky was overcast, creating just the right mood for a trek of this sort. We could feel the vibes of the wilderness from the moment we began our long walk towards the forest.

As it is with friends, we were cracking jokes and laughing our way to the waterfalls. Yet, as we progressed towards our destination, I began to feel disconnected with the rest of the group. While I continued chitchatting with my buddies, a sense of quiet comfort enveloped me. I sensed that there was magic in the air.

The path cuts through dense forest. All through our journey, we could hear faint sounds of several streams. After walking on the muddy terrain for about 45 minutes, and crossing one rather forceful channel of water, we could finally sight the spot where we would be camping. But to reach there, we had to walk through a broad stream of clear water, and several mini-waterfalls right in the middle of the forest-mountain, over thousands of small pebbles, rocks and soil. One has to be particularly careful while walking on these smooth rocks, which have been rendered rather slippery due to the continuous flow of water.

Since we had started out early, the place was still deserted. But I knew that soon there would be flocks arriving. So I urged our people to search another spot. None of them agreed as they thought it was too risky to venture into the unknown jungle, especially since newspapers had reported many deaths in the area recently. But I wasn’t deterred and decided to go surveying the place all alone, despite the disapproval of my friends.  

Soon the explorer in me took over and I found myself delving deeper into the forest-hills. After navigating for a while through the uneven, often slimy rocks, I got to a place that I call perfect setting: two streams flowing from opposite directions merging into one, enclosed by tree-covered hills on all sides. The feeling I had there was compelling and I decided to spend some time in quiet contemplation.

As I observed the beautiful surroundings and inhaled the fresh air, I could hear the reverberation of many different sounds. Birds chirping, water rushing through the rocks, splashing me frequently, and the cool gusts of wind. I felt in touch with that universal energy, the source of all that is, the divine intelligence that we call God.   It was a blissful experience – so serene yet so energising.   As I sat on one of the rocks, the words of Dr. Wayne Dyer flowed through my mind: We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience.

My retreat was soon disturbed by the callings of my friends, who had begun to get worried about me. I saw them approaching towards me. But I still had some time with myself and I decided to savour these wonderfully tranquil moments so that I could recall them once I left.

I spent the rest of my trip with my friends, but there was a feeling of detachment. I had left a part of me in that perfect setting – the part that is my invisible, spiritual self.

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