about:trekking

the last glimpse of the camp-fire before you sleep:
the first rays of sun:
the real(not imaginary) value of a tree's shade:
the little drops of 'Electral'-Water mix that seeps thru your dry throat:
the leech's kiss, the blood, the murders, the panic attack:
the fresh air:
the sound of the forest:
the unlimited salt-less, taste-less, rice bath with watery sambar:
the feeling of being so drained/ached that you(strangely) feel Alive:
the sighs, the mutters:
the buns, the juice, the chips:
the philosophy, the geek-talks:
the photography, the music:
and all the gyaan to push you thru the last mile.

its been really long since i trekked seriously. having fallen ill and being utterly busy at work, at the wrong time of the year, this year... hoping for some opportunities to pull off some quick ones instead.