July 18, 2016, 1603 hours.
I had to make a note of this. Not just because it’s a stream that has descended onto the road but because it was the first direct interface with flowing water since Malling Nallah.
If I had to be a water body, I would be a stream. There are people who are rivers, rivulets, lakes, seas maybe even oceans. I want to be a stream, small, flowing where I want, over lonely and uncharted terrains, finding new paths, crossing the paths of many established roads, a part of the environment, but ever alone, always finding a way to move forward, forever moving, and eternally free till the last moment of my life when I merge with the great cosmic river. Yes, a stream, that’s what I’ll be.
Categories: Diary, Mountain Walking, Nature