The speaking silence.

It has been more than a year since I have written down any post. Having moved from place to place and even people to people, the journey from that last post to this one has been a turbulent one. Today I am not going to tell you about that journey but about this particular one where I shot this photograph.

Located 60kms or more away from the city of Pune, as we took the winding roads looking at waterfalls, along the way, we knew that the Monsoons were now slowly fading away. There was no sign of rain and neither did the waterfalls seem to be picturesque. However, the weather was still lovely and slightly cold even as the sun shone (not so brightly) above us. The warmth tingled on our skin against the monsoon winds. We knew where we had to go, yet we did not know if the waterfall was still there - flowing as it did when the rains fell. Along the journey, we saw forts, greenery, lakes, wells, smaller falls and even buffaloes bathing in mud. People walking on the way wondered why the two of us were heading towards a direction nobody else was. 

We reached till where our road and our vehicle lead us to and then we decided to walk. We walked through a leafy trail into the jungle. There were Monkeys playing while a bird happily whistled away. We could hear our waterfall somewhere deep within those woods. As we took a detour, climbed slippery rocks and crossed fallen trees, we came across our waterfall. The water wasn't gushing, yet it reminded us of how strong it was. It was cold, yet it did not move us away. Everything around was green, the rocks were covered in moss, there was life all around. Yet strangely the silence surrounded us. Silence so hauntingly beautiful that it communicated with us. None of us spoke to each other. It was the silence that spoke to us that day.