When I was Ten, I couldn't climb a tree 5-foot tall. I got scared of every hint of sound coming from behind me when I walked alone to the loo in the night. I thought there was someone walking behind me. And yes, I saw a poker face in each square feet of the wall that had the old paint wearing off. I have been scared of many such things, since then, and till I boarded a bus full of strangers in the middle of the night in december month of year 2008. The bus took me to an extraordinarily beautiful mountain peak in the valley of Coorg, and I soon realized, my days of inner adventures were over.
Hiking, Trekking, Adventures - These words never existed in my life, until I explored Western Ghats of the Southern Himalayas. I traveled internationally, camped in the forest and hiked few hills before, But was never my second nature, this adventure though. It was my second inning in Bangalore, when I was introduced to Western Ghats, a place that inspired me, and truly changed my life, forever.
“Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty or humble, which constitute them, from the mighty peaks to the smallest of the tiny flowers hidden in the meadow's grass.” Western ghats indeed are true definition of it.