MONSOON, KUDALIKA AND ME
MONSOON, KUDALIKA AND ME The Monsoon propelled me out of literary laziness. It , as always, did alter my mood for the better. This year the rain gods laid it out in all splendor. Asking me to smell the rain, feel the wind. Alluring me to kiss it and letting me feel the rain drops on my head. Sing a lullaby . The lush green outdoors, the swirling rivers and the majestic waterfalls beckoned me. Promising to dance with me as the rains fall. Who am I , a creation of this very element, to say no. Yes, I was like a child wanting to rush to his mothers arms. So with a little persuasion , a little nudge from me and some research , few friends packed our bags and set out. Albeit on a short trip. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing. We were never the ones to allow it to be nothing. Our first stop was the rain soaked Lonavala. It is a small town about 15 sq miles in area and at a moderate elevation...