Healing the Soul with some Hometown Breeze

Hello Everyone..!!! Taking a break from all the stress of Life recalling some of the best moments of Life.. The Moments of feeling alive!

Sharing a moment is like a breeze of memories waving back at you.

So the Story goes like Back then I was spending my extended vacation at home. The date of return journey starts playing the game of postpone. Flooded with the thoughts of ‘Thaki a jau diwali loke ghorot’ ( I should probably stay at home till Diwali ) melted the heart.

I was literally left out with NOTHING after the extended vacation decision, like NO Friends!! Few Clothes!! NO PLANS.. the biggest obstacle, Rain and lack of Will was another!

One Fine Day out of crying clouds the Sun seems to be pooping out and Hurrah!! The sunshine brought rays of happiness and the plan for let’s get into the Roads in the Rowd( Sunshine) shines the mind. The happy soul started dreaming plans.

It was about to be Ten:30, done with the breakfast, shouting to Maa-‘ I won’t come for Lunch and the story begins. . .

The soul was moved by the 2wo wheels but the mind was like ‘Nikaal toh aya hoon par jaunga kaha?’ ( what should be the destination ).. while filling the fuel, the old blue valley captured the mine and that’s where the road was chosen and the route was set.

Into The Wild to be FREE

From the potholes, semi furnished road and with some local assistance. .reached the entrance to the way of the Valley of Blues, The Water Bed Road…

SPLASH and here I crossed!

And so on the road took us to a place where I saw a Sang Ghor -The Heritage House for Northeast Tribes

The Sang Ghor was the Watch Tower for the paddy field over there.

The Sang Ghor

The cool breeze over that place..that was a bliss.. Unknowingly many inner issues got solved and gave a wider prospective way of viewing the obstacles..

Paddy Field.. Blue hills.. The Valley.. My Home

The Monochromatic View

The View was magnificent.. as if their appearance was welcoming the feeling to Rise within them.

The Mesmerizing Blue Hills

Tender roads weren't that clear as expected! Landslide was like Roadside advertisement banner. Refuse was an option but .. The road trip was capturing new heights.

The Road taken was in between somehow like this.. . .

Meditating in the WILD Road

The Broken Soul got Healed

The Roadside views, The People I met, The road taken were blooming in the eyes ..Oh Wait!! a bit out of fuel for further designation.. From the Heart of the blue hills, I rode to the next stoppage.. The Old Bridge- he who still hanging out with times

Hanging in the Hanging Bridge

A New Friend on his way to be a Friend

The Hanging Bridge is older as well as stronger with times.. I remember being to this particular place. Back then the bridge was fighting the survival of fitness. It’s existence was important. The Hopes and Hard Work of the People gave it an another life to hold strong and live long while making it survive in some worst phrase of times.

Down the Bridge flows the Par River.. I was like Oh Holy Water wash away wash away my sins..!!

The View Down The Bridge

The Wild nature calls for a jump..

and the wild jump..

The chill water and the flowing current made the tempting. Brave Heart did the Jump.. but that current took me somewhere else! The jump was a bit jhor ka khatka in the bed of water.. I hope my sins washed away with the flowing water!

Starboys

There were local kids showing freaking driving skills.. The little ones! bottles in hands following big brother’s step.

I was almost lost in the Memory Lane of My Childhood

The Clouds arose over the sky reminding the time for departure..

A Beautiful Goodbye till we meet Next

The wheels started heading towards home.. The echo of those Smiling Kids ..

Those Waving Bye.. The Roads continues. . .and the Story seems to be END

The Soul sounded like purified, The Mind got a wider view of Perception. .The shattered thoughts got a place to express that feeling of Alive in the arms of Mother Nature. The Road Trip with mini waves of tales show the Value of Existence.

Being Alive is not just a word.. it’s being in that state of mind where life never stops and you’re right on it .

AND CUT..!! The post comes to an END but the stories of life will just go on just like a Brook which go on forever..

You actually Rise when You Refuse To Fall.

Don’t You Think So..?? *Do let me know in Comment Section 😉