i was braving the rain and grueling cold....trekking down the hill...i felt like a warrior struggling down the rocky path...and i could see my hair in front of my eyes in glowing black from which water drops drip down....i wanted a space where rain drops wouldn't intrude my peace i was cherishing that time...but my struggle went in vain.. i found no shelter...so i had to accept the rain,the cold and the thoughts they inject in ,with sharp strikes inside my silent serene lake....it is our mind's unimaginable vastness to make accustomed to a pain with which we have to live with everyday or a pain without a choice.....so with time the lake absorbed the strangeness of rain drops and continued flowing in its course silently...
friends followed, they also had no choice but start enjoying the extremity of nature and her untamed beauty.... the body was churning itself to counter the brutal cold...with shivering limbs drenched in rain we had biscuits....people who found shelter in their cars were i think looking at us as insane teens talking and laughing in midst of freezing cold and rain ,eating biscuits without showing any trace difficulty ...
not all trips having frightening turns...but this one had when one of my friend was struck by a leech in his hand....blood came out from his hand when he pulled out the blood sucking worm.....the spreading of blood in his hands with water just took me away to a valley smelling death which had a mask of lush beauty, haze and silence covering a viciously cruel face...the tranquility of silence was torn with another leech striking my hand ...but the real intimidating sight was to see the grain sized blood sucker going perpendicular in my hand drilling down my skin to suck its ecstasy...my blood.....i had to push so hard to remove the unwanted alien in my body....but the image of its fury, to pierce through my skin ,went venom like into my purified mind as fear oozed in my blood.....the valley suddenly unmasked its deadly half and i was too weak to escape back to the world of peace....too weak that the cold and rain was no longer enjoyable instead started to toil us down and to succumb....and our silence was no longer reflecting the inside peace but it was the terrifying numbness to respond to the backlash happening within.
but again it also dint last.... the tribal people working in the plantation estates saw us shivering and drowning in cold.....they were talking tamil -malayalam which sounded strange and they looked primitive...no they were natural ..more suited to be here than us....they offered us black tea...the warmth of the tea brought us back to senses...i saw kindness in their eyes and wrinkled faces.....one women asked us to cover the hot steel cup tightly to escape from the chilling aura surrounding us....and the feeling of unconditional care felt great ...
we started our journey back....riding down each hairpin curves.....through the dark wet forest...we wanted a break and took a space in the rock facing an abyss filled with white mist flowing in grace...minds beaming with thoughts don't experience time...we were melting in thoughts like dew drops...
riding our way back to the dull routine of city lives i understood we were getting back slowly to the peripheral face of consciousness and material reality....
with depths of wild ,faded past our sights...i am now aware how powerful a thought act in you...how influential a simple feeling can be...which,in a blink of a thought inserted by an image perceived showed the beauty of forest changing to the face of evil..and a hue of love turned it back to heaven..... 
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