I wandered lonely as a cloud is a poem by WIllian Wordsworth....
"I wandered lonely as a cloud" is a poem by William Wordsworth....
I will tell why I am starting the blog with these lines in the end...
The trip surpassed all the expectations that I had ,Curated stays , off beat locations , carefully selected places to eat and the cream of everything being the Camp/Trip leader Aryan .We were folks with diff backgrounds from across INDIA and he weaved us together like a nice piece of kancheepuram SIlk saree or should I say a custom made shawl from shillong or Assam! More than the work ethics which we rarely see these days , he was himself , wanted to ensure we all enjoyed and lived the moment !
We played seven stones on the banks of a river , camped near the bangladesh border in mayankot village with no power supply and only moon light , hiked in to a no man's land that had a personal waterfalls for us and a minus degree green pool waiting to be dived in .......Became modern day tarzaan in the living roots bridges greenery..Had home made food from the local community near a beautiful waterfalls, probably the best location to have food by all means ....
Many of the mornings were unexplainable , sitting in front of a huge waterfalls , melody ringing in to the ears with birds chipring in parallel....mind was confused in joyful ways which of the beautiful sounds to relish....lovely confusion though...Hours passed by with minimal thoughts amidst the beautiful sunrises ...
Oh man....I have missed living life is what I realized....
on the other side of the serenity experienced the best Zipline of my life between two mountain gorges , the longest one with supersonic speed!
The experience of the trip could not be translated in to words!
From beautiful serene waterfalls to living root bridges to serene landscapes to deeper caves , every day we had experiences which will embellish my memories for ever .
The poem from wordsworth ends as below,
"For oft, when on my couch I lie ,
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye ,
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils"
Those were my reflections on the last day of my trip.
For wordsworth it was the daffodils..For me at that moment and for many more moments, it would be the memories from the trip including the company with whom we were ported to childhood days in many ways !
The experience of the trip could not be translated in to words!
From beautiful serene waterfalls to living root bridges to serene landscapes to deeper caves , every day we had experiences which will embellish my memories for ever .
The poem from wordsworth ends as below,
"For oft, when on my couch I lie ,
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye ,
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils"
Those were my reflections on the last day of my trip.
For wordsworth it was the daffodils..For me at that moment and for many more moments, it would be the memories from the trip including the company with whom we were ported to childhood days in many ways !
