Pristine night and the grey world, chill drizzles coupled with moist breeze. The most awaited was to occur. Young sight still couldn't recognize human forms standing next. They were mere silhouettes in the dark. "Grey world" it was for sure. Nature, in her dark self was obscure. Nevertheless, today darkness was more lucid than day could ever be.
My newfound adventure enthused acquaintance and I set self into mid-night adventure. With us were two lovelorn doctors, four colloquial silhouettes and of course wannabe adventure expertise our tour guide. All geared for an untold nippy journey amidst the country roads and Natures own monolithic sculptures at midnight. Organizers called the event by a fancy name though “Tryst Night" would befit.
Simmering grayness around, hear breeze croon in tune. In the background, monolithic rock stood in its tall grandiose. We were in Savanndurga, homeland of natural lone stones Amateur Rock Climbers Paradise! They had parked our ATB's for the night ride. Heaven's Flagged off expedition with slight sprinkle and our feet pedaled into the darkness. Initial miles were like a blue streak through country roads, path so bumpy more potholes than tar. Yet nothing dissuaded the urge of seven - miles - trail on pedal.
On the other hand, it was to be an experience, which mattered. It was a passage through life. A joy in living between the wilderness of civilization and struggle for existence as one touches the high and low of ones intricate being. Uphill trails left us breathless. Downhill we glided through the breeze. A patch that I rode alone was worth a memory for lifetime. I strayed away from the human herd for a while, pedaled on this half a mile downhill trail. Moon! He was up to his peek-a-boo game between the clouds. Four colloquial silhouettes lost in the darkness. Lovelorn Doctors doing a pep talk between restless panting, I could barely hear my adventure enthused acquaintance and wannabe adventure expertise from the distance, I had left them behind to catch up. I sped ahead pedaling downhill
My sense sphere must have been most active tonight... Virgin Night! (aloud) Goddess of darkness in her dark best, her mysticism intrigued No soul could resist unexplored extravagance. A strange sense of darkened bliss, grayness had devoured the darkness. Fresh scent of night, unlit path, creaking beetles and zooming dragonfly, boulders on both sides of the path glazed white under the moonlight felt like I found the neverland. Mind sparked abrupt thoughts. Racing downhill gusty breeze swept across my face. It was reality check, out from trance mode.
I waited and caught up with rest of the crowd. We were on dusty white patch of the mud road. It was way past the graveyard shift. Dawn must have been seeding behind hillocks nearby. We had already covered five miles in just about 2 hours. We were close to the reservoir. It was just about 45 minutes more when we heard a commotion from a battalion of men in uniforms, lined up for a drill in the hillocks of Billibeta. Men were cadets from the MEG (Madras Engineering Group). They were there as part of their military training schedule. Of course, the rough terrain of Magadi was apt location for strenuous trek and adventure activities.
We bid them adieu and proceeded onward, this was a path that nobody could pedal, not even our ace tour guide. We had to push our ATB's uphill. Dehydrated warm bodies craved for water, we could swig the entire reservoir in a jiffy. My acquaintance, and me hurriedly gulped a bottle of water. Just about the throw the crushed bottle. I could hear the panting doctor behind yelling “Don’t Litter" did make sense. Put the bottle back in the backup pack. It was half-mile push. We could sense the scent of a water body nearby. Breeze getting chiller as we got closer, wannabe adventure expertise announced that we are 10 minutes away from Manchinbele Lake.
Journey was about to end. Pristine night, it indeed was, adventure expertise hung his Sony Erricsson W810i around his neck which sung old Rafi's number Khoya Khoya Chand ..Kuhla Aasmaan...Aakoh me sare raat.. An apt song I thought, a faint smile on my face as song goes on in the background. Undeniably, a pleasurable trip.... so far night was young and my rendezvous with night was to about begin.
My newfound adventure enthused acquaintance and I set self into mid-night adventure. With us were two lovelorn doctors, four colloquial silhouettes and of course wannabe adventure expertise our tour guide. All geared for an untold nippy journey amidst the country roads and Natures own monolithic sculptures at midnight. Organizers called the event by a fancy name though “Tryst Night" would befit.
Simmering grayness around, hear breeze croon in tune. In the background, monolithic rock stood in its tall grandiose. We were in Savanndurga, homeland of natural lone stones Amateur Rock Climbers Paradise! They had parked our ATB's for the night ride. Heaven's Flagged off expedition with slight sprinkle and our feet pedaled into the darkness. Initial miles were like a blue streak through country roads, path so bumpy more potholes than tar. Yet nothing dissuaded the urge of seven - miles - trail on pedal.
On the other hand, it was to be an experience, which mattered. It was a passage through life. A joy in living between the wilderness of civilization and struggle for existence as one touches the high and low of ones intricate being. Uphill trails left us breathless. Downhill we glided through the breeze. A patch that I rode alone was worth a memory for lifetime. I strayed away from the human herd for a while, pedaled on this half a mile downhill trail. Moon! He was up to his peek-a-boo game between the clouds. Four colloquial silhouettes lost in the darkness. Lovelorn Doctors doing a pep talk between restless panting, I could barely hear my adventure enthused acquaintance and wannabe adventure expertise from the distance, I had left them behind to catch up. I sped ahead pedaling downhill
My sense sphere must have been most active tonight... Virgin Night! (aloud) Goddess of darkness in her dark best, her mysticism intrigued No soul could resist unexplored extravagance. A strange sense of darkened bliss, grayness had devoured the darkness. Fresh scent of night, unlit path, creaking beetles and zooming dragonfly, boulders on both sides of the path glazed white under the moonlight felt like I found the neverland. Mind sparked abrupt thoughts. Racing downhill gusty breeze swept across my face. It was reality check, out from trance mode.
I waited and caught up with rest of the crowd. We were on dusty white patch of the mud road. It was way past the graveyard shift. Dawn must have been seeding behind hillocks nearby. We had already covered five miles in just about 2 hours. We were close to the reservoir. It was just about 45 minutes more when we heard a commotion from a battalion of men in uniforms, lined up for a drill in the hillocks of Billibeta. Men were cadets from the MEG (Madras Engineering Group). They were there as part of their military training schedule. Of course, the rough terrain of Magadi was apt location for strenuous trek and adventure activities.
We bid them adieu and proceeded onward, this was a path that nobody could pedal, not even our ace tour guide. We had to push our ATB's uphill. Dehydrated warm bodies craved for water, we could swig the entire reservoir in a jiffy. My acquaintance, and me hurriedly gulped a bottle of water. Just about the throw the crushed bottle. I could hear the panting doctor behind yelling “Don’t Litter" did make sense. Put the bottle back in the backup pack. It was half-mile push. We could sense the scent of a water body nearby. Breeze getting chiller as we got closer, wannabe adventure expertise announced that we are 10 minutes away from Manchinbele Lake.
Journey was about to end. Pristine night, it indeed was, adventure expertise hung his Sony Erricsson W810i around his neck which sung old Rafi's number Khoya Khoya Chand ..Kuhla Aasmaan...Aakoh me sare raat.. An apt song I thought, a faint smile on my face as song goes on in the background. Undeniably, a pleasurable trip.... so far night was young and my rendezvous with night was to about begin.
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