As I stood there with my eyes closed, my senses shut out all the chaos and pandemonium of the outside world. All I could hear was the water crashing against the rocks beneath and all I could feel was the mystic droplets kissing my face.
There it stood, just beyond my vision’s grasp…amidst the cloud and mist, an outline of some kind, faking to appear for moments, tempting our poor hearts and fading back into oblivion.
We stayed there with our eyes fixated on it, praying for the clouds to clear so that we might catch one glimpse of its mighty peak shining like jewel against the sun as it does on the innumerable pictures in the internet.
In all its fairness, the third highest peak in the world has the right to be a little dramatic. It won the hide and seek for the day but gave me something even more precious. It gave me the opportunity to soak myself in something that originates from somewhere in the majestic mountains standing for centuries, perhaps even before the last dinosaurs were being erased from this part of the earth.
The striking kanchendzonga waterfall hidden in thick forest cover is believed to originate from the glaciers of mount kanchendzonga. It occurs at one of the corners of a sharp bend along the road and is so true to its nature that it starts soaking its visitors from the time they’re in the car.
The cousin waterfalls greeted us as we entered the area and a small flight of steps led us to the indistinct mass of cretaceous rocks and the mystifying fall. This wasn’t a thing I would admire from a distance. I climbed all the rocks and as I stood there on the verge of the very last one with my eyes closed, my senses shut out all the chaos and pandemonium of the outside world. All I could hear was the water crashing against the rocks beneath and all I could feel was the mystic droplets kissing my face. Falling from a steep cliff it generates a roaring concord that is impossible to subside.
The wind was strong, strong enough for the waterfall to defy gravity and add to the mistiness. I could feel the wetness reaching upto my skin though the thick denim I was wearing. It was chilling, cold and unforgiving yet so addictive that I couldn’t move. The kind of strange attraction that you feel for the wildest and the boldest person in your school.
As I stood there marveling at its beauty a voice whispered in my ear, “come again, sweet girl. I would be right here, waiting for you…”