It was a full moon night and me and my friends had just got off the train and sat in a rusty Sumo. It was 3 in the morning and we were ascending to the base camp of the tallest mountain of our state. It was our first trek together and we had ignorantly decided to scale the highest peak around here. We only understood that after the trek was over, when our legs practically gave out for a week later.
We reached the base camp and started our ascend. For the first time ever I was away from the city-light and saw how a place shimmers under the calm light of the full moon. I was mesmerised by the moon, it seemed like a cluster of oysters became one and opened their chests together to light up the way for me towards the peak. The atmosphere was relatively colder, but the ascent was tricky and challenging which did not give me a chance to feel the chills in the air. The moon though, the shining abode of light, looking at it, I experienced an array of chills going up and down my spine…
It took us around 4 hours to reach the top and there was a moment when the sun arose, and its pinkish orange aura met moon’s shimmering white one. In that moment, the sky was painted with a million colours, each distinct and beautiful, with birds diving in the sky to colour themselves with the joy of experiencing another day….
That was the moment I truly realised how scaling a trek and exploring the mind can be tiring but can lead you to a state where you experience the beautiful view and dissolve in it when joy finally colours your heart.
It was 10 in the morning, when we finally sat in the plane and the plane took off. My eyes were closed for the next 15 minutes, I was wondering about what would happen if the leap that I was about to take would never let me return. My enthusiasm had curbed, and fear was weighing me down, I got up for a moment in the plane to feel my legs and felt like my backpack weighed a hundred tons.
I could not feel my back nor my legs, only my head and my heart; which were both practically throbbing. The heart throbs, I know that feeling, but my head was palpitating as well. Then we reached the desired height and I simply felt gratitude and just jumped out, the next few moments were beyond any words to be described. The whole world was now upside down, I felt like a meteor falling on earth. I never thought spiraling down out of control for a while could ever be such a joyful experience.
With every moment I was hurling down, my mind realized how small was I,
How unnecessary is fear,
How great is the leap of faith and how miniscule is my very existence,
Making me realize how petty and tiny are all my problems combined,
And how vast and powerful is the abode of gratitude and divine.
This leap which I took, didn’t let me return back to cloudy perception of life,
I was butter now, churned to be irreversibly better…
It was 4:30 in the evening and we all were going to the lake. It was going to be an act of celebration for summing up our first successful weekend getaway with each other away from the restlessness and hustling, bustling of the city. We all jumped in, the water was relatively cold than expected, one of my friends did not want to swim, so we booked a kayak for her in which she was exploring the beautiful lake. We all swam in different directions, we laughed together, got out of the lake to only dive in, and then again kept swimming. There was a moment when I looked at the sky and saw how with glory the sun shone that day.
The vesperal blue sky caught my attention and for moments I kept looking at the sky, I lost myself to its expanse and went into a state of oblivion… nothing existed in that moment only the sky, me and the radiance of the sun. That moment of blankness, the quietude, the silence, joy spurring from the core of my heart, it was all surreal, this is what maybe it feels to live in the present.
I understood one thing, when the mind chatters and dances all around with restlessness, the experience of life often becomes charred and blurred. The moment silence embraces the mind, at first it gets scared, but such is the power of silence that it breaks away all the inner chains and then the magic sets itself uncoiling from its ore and rises up swiftly connecting one to our being’s core….
The prompt was to share three experiences out of which 2 are true and one is imaginary, can anyone spot which one is the imaginary one? I have tried my best to make all of them sound very convincing and real, but there are obvious loopholes that I have seemed to left, I am not usually wired to write in paragraphs, but when I do, I expand a lot, so thank you so much for reading till the end! Happy Sunday, I am surely going back to sleep now!
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