As the raindrops fall on the roof of my
cottage in the darkness of the night
As the distance sounds of unknown animals
reach my ear
As I watch the mysterious mist engulf the
air making it heavy
An un-described feeling of thrill runs down
my spine!!!!
The
15th August long weekend was approaching and entire Mumbai wanted to
make use of it, we as usual came to senses after all hotels had the no vacancy
board hanging. I wanted to go to Bhandardhara which is believed to be one of
the most beautiful getaways near Mumbai, but unfortunately there was no hotel
available. So we booked a cottage in Matheran for the weekend. My Mom was with
us, so it was important to plan the weekend in the best possible manner.
The
drive from Mumbai to Matheran was relaxing, green mountains, mysterious fog and
occasional downpour greeted us with open arms. Mumbai besides its busy, panting
life is actually beautiful. While the Arabian Sea kisses the city land, the
greenery and beauty of the Western Ghats
embraces it from the other end.
As
we approached Neral, we were a bit surprised to see drivers asking to lend
their skills, for the drive till Dasturi point. However with slight reluctance
we decided to continue with our journey on our own. As soon as the car started
to make its way up the winding mountain roads, we realised the drive would be a
tough one. Narrow stony mountain roads, unexpected twists and turns and
vehicles at high speed coming from up hill made the journey no less than a
nerve wrecking roller coaster ride. Avishek's commendable driving skills helped us pull through. However the surrounding landscape was jaw
dropping and was worth taking the risk and pain.
From Dasturi point starts the
untouched, rustic woods of Matheran and no motor driven vehicle is allowed
beyond it. We took horses while Ma a man pulled rickshaw.
The
journey through the words was very intriguing. Muddy and stony roads were
surrounded by thick vegetation. Some people walking, some riding horses like us
and a few on rickshaws like mom were making their way up hill to feel the
majestic yet mysterious woods of Matheran.
It
took us around 30 minutes to reach our destination, Cecil hotel is a lovely
property to put up in Matheran. Not because it’s luxurious but because it
actually gives you the feeling of staying in the dark woods. The cottages were
huge and comfortable; there was no electric bell but a small chime to call for
room service. Outside the property premises there was literally thick forest
land which seemed to be owned by monkeys. The hotel served vegetarian food
only, but extremely delicious.
The
rain man seemed to be doing overtime that day, incessant raining and mist
imparted the forest a look which suits it the most.
We
stood through the afternoon witnessing nature’s extravaganza, it was indeed a
sight to behold when the rain caressed the dense woods. A steaming cup of tea
was like icing on the cake, it was pure bliss in the chilled forest winds. Dusk
descended in full glory, as if embracing the greenery in its dark mysterious
shroud. There was mist all around and the distant cries of some unknown animals
reached our ears. The feeling of being close to the untouched parts of the wood
sent thrill down my spine.
I
firmly believe, that the essence of any place is felt when adequate time is
spent to actually assimilate its uniqueness. I loved my trip to Matheran to the
core and more so because I spent the night to feel its being.
Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta
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