You Endure

Sometimes having good willpower and good resources is not enough.

You need patience.

Sometimes you are stopped by something not in your control.

Sometimes you need to stop to respect something not in your control.

You need patience.

You have tested yourself you think

You have got a direction now.

You have got great guidance till now and will be getting it henceforth.

But you can't go, for something not in your control is stopping you.

You need patience.

Sometimes you think you are nothing, Sometimes you think you have been a wannabe all your life and when now when you have finally found something you had a fall.

Not a bad one. But bad enough to stop you.

You keep thinking what made you fall. You try to remember that missed step, that wrong foot. You don't crib over what you did, but you are only trying to point it out so you don't repeat it again.

Then you see many things, many mistakes. Many wrong steps.

Then you try to learn.

It takes time.

You need patience.

You try to correct yourself, you try to correct your form. You try not to do the mistakes again.

Step by step, watching every step. hopping over, crouching under. Still you bang your head , still you slip and go behind a few steps more.

You need patience.

You don't know if you have made any progress, You don't know if you have improved. You don't know where you are. But now you know where you want to go.

You don't know if you will go, you don't know if you will reach. But still you want to. Still you want to do it properly. Still you want to do it nicely

You want to be your best. You want to do your best.

You need patience

Endurance(Definition)  -  noun

the ability to endure an unpleasant or difficult process or situation without giving way.

But alive in her own

I sat on that bench
In front of that house
I love the evenings out doors
When the home eats me
And the walls crush me.
Then i heard it. The numerous booms and bams
Then I saw there cloud of smoke Puffed into air
There was a lady behind me
In the house.
She was having a video conference with her son in some far away Country.
She heard the booms and bams too.
Then she came out with the tablet phone in her hand to show her son, the smoke, the bangs and booms had made.
And went in when it's trace was still there in the air, away from her son's senses. But alive in her own.

Welcome to exploring!!!

Everything was on time. There was no waiting. The wait was over and we were on route. Morning was just showing itself. It was going to teach me, show me what I am, tell me what I waited for. Clouds and fog surrounded the ranges, en route. White on dark green was the color. We the only people to get down from the train at Palasdari, started walking on the tracks to find a trail just before the first tunnel.

The trail entered a dense jungle. We walked through a water stream gushing down the slope. Thick vegetation gave us horse blinder view of the route ahead. On reaching a plateau we found a rock bed, large enough to rest all our bodies at once. Here on my back i looked up in the sky. . Grey darkness laid above me, which blinded my eyesight to make way for sound of chirping birds and distant sound of axe on wood, both of which were constantly drained by railway engines whooshing on their way.

How pleasant it was to watch and hear the roar of engines and tracks from up there, like a thousand drums beating together to create a rhythm syncing at every tunnel mouth, to present in tune frequencies. I  Had not realized then but by that time my sense of direction and navigation was somewhere in that fog and clouds.
Now when I think about it, it was pretty simple. I just had to walk in straight direction. But the numerous cattle trails deceived me( Or I just got deceived ), taking me from the straight poorly beaten path on to much clearer but not going to the top path.  We went towards left, came back then right, again came back then went back up from between. This was followed a couple of times hence. Till we reached the col which leads to the top.

Still I had not realized to which extent my navigation and sense of direction had wandered. On the north west edge I stooped down to see grey nothingness. Fog had completely blocked the view. We were on some floating basalt. Then far away down I could see a long train coming in. It’s trail well marked and defined. It came closer as it went from north-west to south-east curving the entire range from south. That’s where we wanted to go. To meet the start of the ridge which takes the railway lines over it towards the Deccan Plateau. Now it seems like I had found my direction.

We got down the col to south of the plateau, to find a trail over the edge of the mountain which with a slight decline moving alongside its stretch to the east. Here Mountain on our left and valley on our right with a narrow path, just to place one foot at a time, I found my right leg going in the valley at times. I decided the trail was too treacherous to carry on, it was getting narrower and less beaten with every step. Here we decided to get back to the col and look out for a better path.

From the north of the col I descended a few meters to find the slippery trail to end with vegetation and steeper descends. I headed back towards the col. Here Akash decided to climb the spur on the eastern side and check out if there was a way from up there. Finding a not so steep but slope with a slight decline, with lots of place to place our feet, Akash called us up.

We found a open space to have our lunch. Silence and openness of the space made me realize how alone we were up there. Western ghats emerging towards the East couldn't fit into our narrow eye sight. From end to end on the horizon, the ranges were scattered. I knew Rajmachi was there somewhere, scattered in the fog. With bellies satisfied with food and spirits filled with hope, we made a trail through the un-trailed grass.
Carefully placing our feet, looking out for resident reptiles we reached the edge of the spur. With a trail visible about a fifteen feet below. While descending this patch we were blessed by insects who still give me a itch.

After a long rest we trailed again ahead. Wait! Not so ahead. We lost track once again. Exploring a bit more the correct path was found which calmed the newbies nerves to some extent.
Going further southeast we reached a long plateau. Railway tracks and tunnels were in the view now. Somewhere alongside those tracks was our next milestone, Jamrung cabin. Here in this plateau, short grass was carpeted over a huge rock bed. It was green with tiny yellow spots of flowers. Sky above the Sahyadris was violet & red, dark at places where the light could not reach the sky through the clouds.

After losing the way one more time we found our milestone. Some people were waiting besides the tracks near the cabin to go to Pune. We headed towards our last milestone. Beed village was about a hundred metres down the ridge, towards north. Green was it's color with streams rushing through its chest. The way was well beaten but I was not. We took a transport to reach the tracks, which I realised were always with us through the hike.

Knots are many Ends are none

Everything is silent
Everything is numb

Things are clearer.

The graph has a slope and a rise
And is now on a hump

Lump in the throat is sticky,
The gulp is painful and slow

Investments are done
Money has been paid
Saving is still none.

Go there and come back
Never stay
Never overdo your welcome
Guests we are
Guests we go

Things are many
Interests are none
Interests instead have made their run

Facts are here
Tied on strings
Knots are many
Ends are none

Sound of a knock
Sound of a call
In the ear
One of body one of mind
Hears the one.

Flow was there
Vessel was empty
To fill it there was no one

The Wall On The Ghaat

They say that after burning wood in holi the summer heat and the sun starts burning you. That made me think, is that why they burn lots of wood in holi? Is it supposed to be a revenge party? "You're going to burn me for couple of months now, so I will burn you before that so that we are equal, then we are also gonna throw away lots and lots of water on each other, till we are out of water."

I don't know, like I don't know about a lot of things, but yes I did experience a lot of heat on my last hike, just 3 days after holi and less leaves to shade myself, and less water to quench my thirst.

On guru’s instructions I decided to visit Thanale caves in Thanale village near Pali then continue on to Waghjai ghaat to TailBaila village in Lonavala, hike up to col between two walls of TailBaila, stay in the village and get down to Bahirampada village near Pali via Savashni Ghaat. Akash decided to join me.

We took first local train to Khopoli. Then a bus to Pali, then another bus to Thanale. It was about 10.30 AM when we reached Thanale. Sun was already shining bright. The trail to Thanale caves starts from the south of the village and enters east, as had been shown on the Google Maps. But we started from the center itself and headed east towards Sahyadris, as instructed by the villagers. Soon we lost our way. On realizing that, we started taking turns towards the main trail. After about half an hour of struggle we found the main trail.

We could see Thanale caves by now. They were on the opposite side of the valley at about 200 meters. First a walk keeping caves on left hand side then a turn across the ridge made us cross a dried stream. There are two ways from here, route towards left and North will take us to Waghjai ghaat, while route climbing upwards will take us to the caves.

We took the cave route and reached the caves in about half an hour. Most of the outer part of the caves is destroyed with time. Huge boulders have separated from the cliffs and have fallen down. There are carvings and stupas in the cave. Destruction due to time and environment was not enough, so some smart humans of this century have painted their beautiful and meaningful names on stupas and walls of the caves. Their efforts must be admired and honored.

We left the caves at about 12.30P.M. and came back the stream from where Waghjai route bifurcates. Keeping caves to our right we started walking on the plateau. There is a spur to the right which we had to climb to get to TailBaila village. This spur is the Waghjai ghaat. I found a prominent trail going towards the right and on the spur. We climbed on the top of this South east placed spur and started walking towards the ghaat.

It was about 1.30PM and we had already finished most of the water we had. We were totally exhausted, we had already hiked about 4 hours and there was no shade at all. My body was spurting water and salt from all the pores available. My lungs were pumping air like hand pump. When I tried to take shade from a tree trunk it felt as if I was a भोपळा and the trunk was a दुधी भोपळा.

We kept walking and ascending and the route started to turn leftwards when I noticed a house like structure, a bit towards right. Waghjai temple!! I exclaimed and we ran into it, in the shade we just threw our bags and took in the coolness of the temple floor. There are a few stone idols here and a pillar in the middle. Behind the temple there was a dried up waterfall.

After resting for a while we started again. Soon we were standing on the Deccan plateau. A mango tree and it's cool shade welcomed us. Behind this tree we saw it, the huge magnificent walls of TailBaila, these walls kept changing their shapes with our every step. So frequently that at one point it looked like a Cannon gun.

As we were walking towards TailBaila village we heard drums in distance, which started sounding louder and louder with our every step. Villagers were celebrating Shivaji Jayanti. After asking around for a bit we reached the house of Mene family where we were going to have our dinner and stay. We had दोन दोन तांब्या पाणी , relieved ourselves of our bags and started walking towards TailBaila.

Already exhausted and tired, legs started shouting their existence. In a while we found ourselves under north edge of the wall, and yes the views, the scenes, the height, everything seemed under me. My legs rejoiced and joined in the spectacle. They found it wrong to complain at that place.

When we reached the col, we found a group of climbers climbing the wall. One of them lectured us on haphazards of trekking in small group of two. In the col there is a cave in which there is a water cistern. The water in it was so cold that it hammered my teeth and send a shrill down my spine.

I sat on a rock and took a look around. Memoires were refreshed with a breeze, the windy night on Sudhagad, the rainy bike ride to Ghanagad, the unexplored but welcoming Saltar, all spread across the landscape. Konkan had hid itself in white light. The sun vanished in a while, before it reached the horizon. We vanished ourselves from the place.

The rest of the evening was spent in talks with Mene आजोबा. त्यांची एक line आठवते, आज शिवजयंती, शिवाजी एकच आला, आणि गेला. आता त्याच्या सारखा आहे का कोण, येणार पण नाही. आज्जींनी जेवण बनवलं होतं. डाळ, भात, भाकरी, ढोबळी मिरची आणि बटाट्याची spicy भाजी. पोट भर जेवलो. थोडं फिरलो आणि तैलबैला च्या मेणेंच्या घरात बैलांच्या घंटीच्या ding dong मध्ये केव्हा झोप लागली, समजलच नाही.

Next day arrived with cool breeze….. थडथड फडफड, it rocked the house. I laid with my senses open till the morning light, lighted the door. We had tea and packed our bags for our descend to konkan. मेणें आज्जी म्हणाल्या सवाष्णी आत्ता वापरण्यात नाही, वाघजाई ने जा. आजोबा म्हणाले, न्हाई वाट हाई चांगली अजून. मी तुम्हाला सुरवातीला सोडून येतो. We bid our good bye to the family and left the place, आजोबा पुढे, आम्ही मागे, धपाक धपाक चालत सुटलो. Savashni Ghaat starts from the plateau at about 8 O clock from TailBaila facing north. A few meters down from start of the ghaat there are seven stone steps carved in the rock, which gives it another name: सात पयर्यांची वाट. Sudhagad from here looks like a friendly neighbor and Sarasgad in distance looks like an inverted conical aluminum bucket

आजोबांना good bye Karun आम्ही सुटलो. Trail wasn't much in use. The gathered dried leaves and overgrown vegetation on the steep slope made the descent slow. Straight down we saw our destination, Bahirampada village, to its left and further ahead was Dhondse village and a kilometer ahead was Vaitaagwadi, Nadsur. We kept taking leftward trails and soon reached on a plateau. We went leftwards and got on to our final descent to Bahirampada.

We had missed our Bus to Pali from the village, so we had to walk all the way to Nadsur village which was about 2 kms from Bahirampada, from where we got a टमटम to Pali. From the टमटम , I saw TailBaila rock wall on the ghaat. It was becoming smaller and was going further, on the other side I could see Sarasgad in Pali, which was getting larger and was coming closer.

                       

Duke's Nose - आंबेनळी - सावरदांड - Chaavani

गुरु शी phone वरून बोलून route नीट समजून घेतला होता. Kurwande, Duke's Nose, Umberkhind route नही पकड़ना है, Ambenali village, दोन घर, blue roof, अरे smoke आहे तो roof नाही, jungle patch, compound, relative north आणि actual north, tower at two O clock Tower तक नहीं जाना है. अस wikimapia.org वर trace करत करत map, डोक्यात घुसवलेला होता. तसच Anil आणी Shriganesh ला घेऊन "route" वर निघालो. We caught my favourite Indrayani Express to go to Lonavala.

En route after Karjat and before Khandala, Ulhas valley towards left gave me flashbacks of my New Year trek-Stones, river and Indian Bisons , All piled up on each other. It was about 8.30AM when we started walking from Lonavala towards our base village Kurwande. It was a pleasant walk.

Trail to Duke's nose is quite simple. Sun was bright but, air was cool. We reached top to find a group of rapplers rappling down the Duke's nose. गर्दी मुळे तिकडे जास्त थांबलो नाही आणि पलिकडची टेकड़ी गाठली. We sat on the cliff adjacent to Duke's nose for a while. Duke's nose rock face went straight down into the valley. Rajmachi, Mumbai-Pune Expressway, Train tracks speeding on mountains and disappearing into trees and mountain like thread stiching on a cloth were the magnificient views we were blessed with here.

अजुन भरपूर चालायचय अस म्हणत आम्ही निघालो. Route to Ambenali village starts from North Of Kurvande village alongside Compound of INS Shivaji. Keeping the compound wall to our left and beautiful valley to our right we descended on a plateau from where UmberKhind route breaks down into the valley. Leaving that route to our right we continued southwards on the plateau. We reached AmbeNali village, where there is a potable water source and a couple of houses. डोसक्यात घुसलेला map लक्ष्यात घेऊन, I recalled that I was not supposed to take the prominent trail that goes eastwards into the jungle but the less prominent one that goes westwards towards electric towers.

We entered a small forest patch, This patch cooled our sun heated bodies and minds, but for a while. Soon we were on a plateau bright and yellow with sun. Further ahead there is again a forest cover with few cow sheds and houses. From here to the northwest at the end of the plateau, lies Savardand Ghaat which descends into Chavani village in Konkan. The trail starts just before reaching a tower on the edge of the plateau.

Descent Down was steep and the trail was full of dried leaves and dirt. घसरत घसरत खाली उतरु लागलो लै मजा आली, मला पण आणि माझ्या knees ला पण. A straight trail took us to Chavani village across a river stream. Roads on Chavani village were full with cattle, lots and lots of cows and bulls on the streets हम्मा हम्माing at us. We started our long walk towards Khopoli-Pali Highway.

Enroute, just after the village there is a temple on the other side of the river bed. Here the river bed seems to have teared itself to form a pool of clear still water. After a long walk we reached the Umberkhind Monument where we rested for a while. Soon a group of Men and Women came there in a car. One of the uncle carried a Watermelon on his head. They asked us how we came and appreciated our efforts. They had just hiked Mrugagad. They were on their way to Chavani village. They offered us mouthful slices of नमक लगाया हुआ watermelon and bid us a good bye.  कलिंगड़ खाऊन आम्ही जे काही refresh झालो ते सरळ बैला सरखे चालत सूटलो.

It was about 3.45PM when we heard a car coming behind us, it was the same group. They asked us to hop in. From here life was fast forwarded for next 45 Minutes. Train to CST from Khopoli was at 4.28PM and the next one was at 6.02P.M. Unless one loves to wait on a platform for full 1 and a half hour, 6.02PM train was not an option. They dropped us at Mumbai Expressway faata and we hopped in a 6 seater tumtum which was already filled with 12 people. त्याच्या मांडी वर bag, तिच्या मांडीवर तो अश्या अवस्थेत खोपोली शिळफाटा गाठला. From Khopoli Shilphaata we took another rickshaw to Khopoli Station. Rickshaw वाले काका म्हणाले पळा पळा, and we started running. Train was on the station. Ticket vendor was on the platform besides ticket vending machine. दोन Dombivli एक Vikhroli द्या. गाडी चा हॉर्न वाजला. पोम्मम्मम्म!!  Dombivli आल  Vikhroli येत नाही आहे. Touch screen वर काकान्नी 10 वेळा thumb मारला तेव्हा कुठे मशीन च्या काखेत टिकिट आल. ट्रेन सुटली, काकांना 100 ची नोट दिली आम्ही ट्रेन मधे, काका प्लेटफॉरम वर पळत पळत एक एक करून 10 च्या तीन आणि 5 चा कॉइन आम्हाला देऊ लागले. Tape recorder चे pause button दाबल्या वर जस loud music थांबत तसं सगळं जग थांबलं होतं. Journey ला pause लागला होता, आता Play button पुन्हा काय play करतं, बघुया!

The message sent and the message reached

I was talking to a friend today. Suddenly the topics of conversation started to drift. From, how kids these days have motorized pedal tricycles instead of good old, " use your quads and glutes to move your ass!" ones, to kids who cry their asses out to play games on smart phones, and to people who are missing out true essence of intimate physical conversations because of social networking. Well this is what I want to talk about.

I know we live in a smart information age. Where social networking has become as important as having masala Puri after paani Puri. Without social networking we feel as vulnerable as we would feel without wearing underwear.

We spoke of how intimate reactions have been converted into likes and comments with lots of virtual :) :) :) :P faces. Where people post about how they had fun at aqua Imagica for a whole day, just after they had their costume rip off a slide. No sorry they don't post about it these days, they tag people with exact location on map where they were, which by the way no one cares to click on and check where it is.

How good moments in a day, one in the morning, one in the evening, makes us feel that the person is having best time of life and is all happy and gay with the new, " Happiness is to have someone to call at 1 A.M" status messages. What we don't see or wonder is why the person needs attention so badly at odd hours. Has the Strom gone? Or is the person still having the pain in abdomen that still needs attention.

Does, " Eagerly waiting for new Game Of Thrones  season ", mean that the person is biting nails with anxiety as we read it and is going to continue for 2 months moving on to toe nails after being done with hands?

Does, " XXX was with YYY at ZZZ", really mean that they had an orgasmic evening. That it doesn't mean that YYY was damn furious with XXX because XXX kept YYY waiting and sweating for full one hour.

Does it mean that a man really cares about women empowerment just because he has liked a, " beti padhao" video, after commenting with hearts in eyes to a, " mere photo ko seene se yaar chipkaale saiyya fevicol se video".  Will he really be happy and satisfied after his first child is a girl and stop, " trying " for a boy just to, " carry forward " the family name?

चौक-मोरबे-वरोसा-हशाची पट्टी-माथेरान

“ये कर: कर्जत-चौक-मोरबे स्टेशन-वरोसा-हशाची पट्टी-माथेरान
जीव उरला तर गार्बेट उतर”

असे म्हणत गुरू ने वाट दाखवली होती

What's App वर त्याने डोळ्यात hearts असलेली smiley देऊन distance च वर्णन केलं होतं आता ते distance डोळ्यात गोटे कशे काय काढतात ते जाऊनच कळलं.

Team was Anil, Sudhindra, Tushar and Me. We caught 6.07A.M. Karjat local from Dombivli and took a Karjat- Panvel S.T. bus and alighted at Chowk village by 7.45A.M. Morbe dam’s massive wall was visible from here. All those bike rides and bus rides on this Mumbai Pune old highway had already imprinted Morbe Dam and Irshaalgad pinnacle on my mind. This time there were going to be different views from different sides.

The trail to our destination starts from the west of Morbe Dam from chowk railway station on the Irshaalgad waadi road. Just keep Morbe Dam to your right hand side and you will reach a dirt road going all the way to Varosa village, the village at the base of west side of Matheran.  This dirt road gives you a telescopic view of Irshaalgad and a panaromic view of Matheran range.

We had walked about 8K.Ms when we heard a vehicle coming behind us. It was a van. The driver offered us a lift upto village Arkaswadi. It saved our 1 to 2km walk. By now we could see Prabalgad to our west. Thanking the driver for the wavy ride we started our walk from Aarkaswaadi to Varosa. Louisa point of Matheran could be seen from here. I spotted a few tourists on the point.

It was about 10 A.M. now. Some kids guided us to get on the trail to Hashyachi Patti village. The trail climbs on the slope just north of Varosa and and curves onto a spur on the Matheran range. After climbing and exhausting my lungs out I looked behind me in the valley. It looked as if a paper was folded to make a plane and I stood on its wing. The other wing was the Prabalgad range. And there it was to my right hand side, mighty Kalavantin Durg pinnacle. With its exposed stone steps and round summit.

It filled me with hope and energy which was used to reach Hashyachi Patti plateau. On reaching the plateau we took the trail which kept Matheran to our right hand side, till we reached the village. We asked for directions and water in a house.

“कुठनं आलात पोरांनो?”,आज्जी ने विचारले.

“चौक वरून.”, मी म्हणालो.

“चालत?”

“हो”

“आग बाई, इतकं आम्ही पण नाही चालत, प्या पाणी प्या आणि सावकाश जा!”

एका दादा ला विचारलं, “ किती घरं आहेत गावात? “

तो म्हणाला, “ साठ एक असतील”

मी shock झालो. Wikimapia.org वर तर छोटसं दिसल होत गाव.

“माथेरान किती लांब आहे इथून?”, मी विचारलं

“ वीस एक kilometer असेल”, तो म्हणाला

हा, या दादा चा आकड्यांशी दो और दो पांच आहे अस conclude करून, good bye करून आम्ही निघालो.

From Hashyachi Patti a stone stepped trail will take you to Malang Point in Matheran. It was February, but we found a clean water stream which villagers said had drinking water. Me, always thirsty for mountain water had a sip. It was potable. Soon we reached Malang Point and from here we could see Chanderi( supposedly my next destination (^_-)), Mhasmal peaks and Malang range at the horizon. We took a short nap here and walked to Matheran.

माथेरान वर बघतो तर काय. Love was in the air. 14 February. Valentine day. इतके couple आयुष्यात एकत्र पाहिले न्हवते. आम्ही माकडाँ पासून( शेपटी आणि बिन शेपटी च्या) दूर अशी lunch साठी जागा शोधली आणि मस्तं, eggs, थेपले मारले.

We walked to Dasturi naaka and got a shared cab to Neral station. गार्बेट हुन उतरायला जीव न्हवता कुणाचा . “Next time”, म्हणून, trek संपवला.

Exploring Bhivgad/Bhimgad

"भीवगड  से एक रास्ता ढाक को जाता है. Bhivgad explore करके  आ", गुरु  म्हणाला,  "मैंने भी अबतक  नही किया है.  पानी कैसा है,  कितना time लगता है, देखके आ." Basically guru just gave me the name of the base village. मग काय? चला गुगलू या. So, with the Basic information from Google search, Blogs, Wikimapia, etc. Akash and I caught 6.07 AM Karjat local from Dombivli.

Train passed Badlapur and landscape turned from colored rectangles to green and brown streaks of trees. Temperature dropped down the mercury, air became lighter with drooping humidity. Fog and mist had occupied the horizon. First Malang Gad, then Peb, then Matheran, then Garbett Plateau, all on west of the railway line were all welcoming.

We reached Karjat and walked down to a bridge( commonly known as shri raam pul) from where we got a shared auto rickshaw to our base village Gaurkamath. आता इकडे रिक्षा वाल्याने थोडा game खेळला आमच्या सोबत. पण जाऊ द्या ते रडगाणं नाही करत इथे.

We reached base village at about 8.00A.M. we could see Dhak forest region of the Sahyadris and a small but prominent hill of Bhivgad. We realized that our destination was not at great height and I drew my route up from a trunk starting from the north side of the pen shaped hill. This pen is placed at northwest-southeast direction. 

We started walking from the west towards the northwest side from where i thought the trail on the trunk upwards starts, but I don't recall if we missed the path going on the trunk but we were now following a well paved path keeping bhivgad to our right. After a walk with few ascends we reached a col. From this col the route southwards goes to Dhak mountain. This trail looked interesting disappearing in thick forest on the mountain. "One day", I said to myself and got on the way to Bhivgad. 

On the slope we found two men paving a trail. They were members of a प्रतिष्ठाण. They had come for श्रमदान.

We reached the plateau. I found a water cistern. But the water was not potable. From here you see Matheran on the west. Giant pinnacle of Irshaalgad was on the outline of the horizon. I remembered my gurus words, "चढू नकोस अवघड आहे"

We went towards northwest to the edge. From here we saw our missed trail on the trunk, which I had read on blogs takes us to rock cut steps on the east. We decided to go there later. It was just 9.00A.M. Not much was visible due to the fog below. We sat on a rock facing Garbett plateau till we felt sunlight on our backs. That's when I looked down.  Light green grasshopper colored fields with dark green spots of trees were spread all over. Time had cleared the mist and the fog.

It was time to explore rest of the fort. We headed towards the rock cut steps. There was one more water cistern on the east side. The water in the cistern seemed potable but was drying up. Near the steps, on the middle of the plateau,  there is one more water cistern. Water in this cistern seemed potable but was drying up. On descending we found two caves dug in the stone. There was a somewhat difficult ( without strong handholds and footholds)  5 to 6 feet climb from ground level to reach the caves. We could hear screeching sound of bats in there.

We had our food on these steps. The श्रमदानी people were descending down by now. We headed back towards the col where we left the trail to Dhak to our left and descended down towards Vadap village. There is a huge waterfall to left while facing the village. A straight trail from the col will get you to a intersection on a dirt road which goes to Gaurkamath keeping Bhivgad to the right. We walked towards Vadap and reached the main road from where we got a 3 seater auto Rickshaw to Karjat. 

The Rolled Emptiness.

“Don't go there! “, she said, “ there aren't any railings “, He looked at her, with contempt. ‘There weren't any railings over there before, the mountain knows no limits. It's our limits that we speak of, think of, impose on’. He didn't mind her and went there. He was sure of his limits. He had seen that rock and had been there before. There inclined at 40 degrees he saw in the dark the lights, which gave people below visual perspective of the world. He saw the half moon, which gave outline to all those mountains in between itself and the lights below. He felt that he was somewhere in between the two lights. There was emptiness in between. He wished she was here, he just wanted to lie on her lap. “Limits”,  he said to himself and then he gave up. He lied cheek down on the rock. Tears rolling over it. The emptiness got another angle. The emptiness rolled over him. He called out, “mumma”, no body heard. Nobody was there. Just the rolled emptiness.