On a Trek

                   After a long time, or so it seemed, I went on a trek with my brother, sister and father. We went to Dharampur, again, as it is our favourite trekking spot. First only me, my brother and my sister went a bit higher than our house.

                  As soon as we went about 10 feet the smell changed from the petrol and pollution to fresh, clean and typically natural. We climbed higher and higher. The wind was getting faster and faster as we climbed higher. Then we saw a dog, face to face with us. I was scared. So was the dog on seeing my brother who had picked up a big stick. He ran with his tail between his legs. We went only a few feet that we saw a slab of rock on which there were some arrows pointing towards the route by which we had come. We climbed and soon came to a place with a view for the gods.

 It was  . . . . . . .  magnificent. That place is as if still in my eyes. The hills lay out in front of us. It seemed as if it was one of the most beautiful work of an artist. The wind was now furious. It was angry because humans had come up on the place where it had lived for thousands of years. Even so high up on a little hill we could see the injuries of trees. The trees had some cuts on them to take out the sap which would serve as glue or wax.

We ran down. We ran for about a kilometer without stooping and the result was that I fell 20 feet and hurt myself. But nothing could stop me to run down like the wind, like a horse freed from is captivity, like a prisoner freed from jail, like the soul who had run from hell, when I was with my friend, namely nature, and on the hills! 

When we  got back we met my father, and we went, this time, a bit down the location of our house. We were on the way of a village. But we found a small path and we decided to follow it. We soon found that the " path " which we were following was a river! A nearly dried river. But my sister is great, she found water by stepping on it. we were on the riverbed. We found a small puddle and to cross it we took a stick and stuck it in the middle of the big puddle. Like the people who do pole vaults we put our weight on the stick and jumped on the other side. We had to fight our way through the overgrowth on the riverbed to reach the road. We walked for a kilometer on the roads to reach our house. That day I can NEVER forget!!