Every time it’s
not the hunger that drives us to our destination. Sometimes it is
shear madness, inner peace, the urge of travelling etc. This time it
was the madness but we ended up finding some peace instead. It was a
Sunday afternoon, after a late brunch me and my friend wanted go on a
ride. We borrowed a bike, without any fixed destination we started.
Finally after starting the engine and some minutes of revving we
reached “gorur”- a small town in Hassan famous for its temples
and hemavathi dam.
We stopped for a
tea break enroute and decided to change the plan again! This time it
was Gorur Island. Not literally an island but a peninsula formed by
the backwaters of the dam. The road leading to it was treacherous and
tricky because apparently we took the road not taken . It was a no
man’s land, with scarce or no sign of human beings around and the
caution boards which said ‘danger ahead’ made us feel eerie.
Oh we reached a
dead end, there was a temple. We climbed the steps and after
searching nearby we found our way towards the water. It was a small
sidetrack that led to the bank of the river. Humid breeze partnered
with silence at its best couldn't get better.
Occasionally the
sounds of an egret or a cormorant filled the air and nothing else. No
human voices or the distortions of traffic. This silence was a
privilege to our ears. The pleasant sound of the small waves which
gently rocked the banks and the rustle of the distant leaves is all
that we heard. The afternoon seemed to us as a silent morning with a
little overcast which helped to bare the sun. Me and my friend chose
two distant rocks to sit on. I was lost in thoughts, it was my time.
I involved myself in retrospection. As the title says it was a bliss.
I have
deliberately added two panaromic shots with this article to show you
the loneliness of the place.
- Kunta
