Saturday, 31 August 2013

Idyllic Kelva Beach

You don’t have to cross the ocean to find a slice of a beachy paradise. The tiny sleepy town of Mahim-Kelve is just 115 kilometers away from Mumbai...dotted with suru trees and speaking of the beach, one of the best settings I have seen of a beach. 



As it was low tide, the sea was at quite a distance leaving a long beautiful spotless stretch of Arabian Shoreline with hardly anyone but us strolling around. 





If you expect a Goa or Kerala beach locale, you might just end up saying “this is not even close”; this one is rather a lucky escape from the messy overcrowded beaches of the city where there are no shacks or beach huts to treat you, yet, if you are a nature lover, the tranquility is bound to sink into you and you will feel the eventual peace of mind.


Walked northwards till the beach was cut by a small river meeting the Arabian sea. We spent time watching larger boats passing the marine and the fishermen's boats returning to their village sailing through the river.









The most enjoyable beauty is the sight of sunset painting the horizon golden orange - the visible illusion and like Pink Floyd you might think of all the good things that you have left undone and sing “as the windshield melts/my tears evaporate/leaving only charcoal to defend/finally I understand/the feelings of the few/ashes and diamonds/foe and friend/we were all equal in the end.”






Yes, Kelva beach may miss the glory of well-known touristy beaches with abundance of extravagance, yet it can leave you delightfully captivated and add to your a-bit-more-of-kelva craving!


After spending 5 hours, we drove back to Mumbai wrapped up with idyllic good memoirs of an unplanned outing.


Thursday, 8 August 2013

A misty hangover...

As I call this bit of foothill a piece of my personal heaven, I can’t stop feast my eyes on the vast horizon cloaked in profuse mist. Relishing every moment of being in the midst of the spectral mists that shifts and swirls through the highlands in the rains in Igatpuri, I stand amid the young shrubberies and stare into the distance for hours, listening to the gentle wind blowing into my ears and walking along the freeways obscured in the mist. 



 At the edge of a large meadow, hedges of flowering shrubs grew, and a few had already burst into bloom… tossing back and forth in every small breeze. I am completely in the swing of things and being aware of the beauty, intricacy, and power of the Mother Nature. No human civilization can replace that, and no harvest can achieve it.





Deep inside my heart I sense the fierce hunger for a race with Mother Nature to play as much hide and seek as I can before she forced me to stop and I bid adios to Igatpuri, an arresting stopover en route to my next destination Bhandardhara.