Summary:
Away from the jitters over the killer virus and the cacophony in the news channels by `netas`.
By D N Singh
A very refreshing transition from the boisterous city lives into the arms of nature.
Away from the jitters over the killer virus and the cacophony in the news channels by `netas`.
The inherent splendor and the majestic aura of a wet morning on the hills was enough for a nature lover to romanticise the moments.
When the summer sizzles the days, a pre-dawn break at the top of Kalinga Ghat, in Kandhamal district of Odisha, as the nature gets governed by nature only, a respite descends on the hills. We left the district town Phulbani almost at pre-dawn, all of us bleary-eyed due to lack of sleep.
Suddenly we saw the Northen sky partially covered by dark clouds, the early Sun blinking among the gaps and it was an early sign of a rain.
A rain at that time, on the hills, there could not have been a better respite.
It was a climb up, interspersed with myriad tracks, meandering through the treacherous turnings, we were up at the peak almost, looking down into more than 300 feet through the precipitous slopes.
Where Hills Speak
It started drizzling and the passing clouds at that height were practically caressing objects below.