Since my inception, I
started my unquenchable quest for a superlative quotient. My paradox for this
celestial being went deeper than oceans, wider than sky and faster than
gossips. Rapid rumors and mesmerizing myths drove to different altitudes and
bestowed me with wrong attitudes.
My 24 year expedition
for beauty was just meaningless, literally meaningless. Neither Mumbai nor
Pune, none of them were convincing.
From the eyes of a
connoisseur even a feather is just lame filthy foam. Well, by the time you
cross this phrase you would have judged my taste. My perception for personas
protrudes beyond your senses.
As my narration goes
on its peak, let me also introduce my sliding point in a while.
My quest ended at
Rajgad.
(GENDER
DISCRIMINATION)
It must have been
Ranigad.
When you go to an
exotic place, you get morphed and merged with it. Your soul gets soaked,
steamed and stirred in its beauty.
Ranigad my second
love (Don’t get curious)
Ever heard of the
philosophy of true love, you escalate; you elevate and finally become elite.
This celestial, heavenly chic has crazy curves and wild turning points. Moving
on her was a blend of pain and pleasure together. I was almost on the verge of
becoming an Olympian. (Keeping Aphrodite in mind)
The magic monsoon
rains gives you powers. Every moment I died and resurrected again and again
just to get astonished and get admired by her splendor. When you dig or drill down the roots of
Davinci or Dan brown they say, god was revealed by orgasm. I experience it here
– Enlightenment.
But, beware of this
bliss. They are contagious.
After 2 hours hard
trek, I reached an arch, where the almighty resides. With silver clouds on the
bottom and the mount, everything was white with a little tinge of purple pop
ups.
What about the
welcoming pat?
Percussion beats and
sizzling strings of the dreamy drizzles filled my ears with honey. Yes, I was
in paradise.
Fiction and fantasies always fascinates you to flap your
fragile wings to cross lines. But a single fact can slap you to slide from the A
– Z. Her heavenly beauty was way beyond my reach. I became a star on earth, a
laughing star. (Tare zameen par)
Every step I went I
way from her, I slipped and slid all my way down. Struck by her celestial
beauty, my sense of salvation went berserk. She is an addiction. I just have to
mark an apostrophe and abandon her right now.
Let me catch you with
the next stop. More divine than desirable.
Its Tung and Korigad.
Monsoon marathon
continues….
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