One fine day, one of my colleagues suggested that we do something adventurous this monsoon. Everyone chanted “Let’s go. Let’s go”, and within a day we knew where we were heading to. Now the only problem was that the trekking plus waterfall rappelling was taking place on a Sunday. Not that we didn’t give it a thought, but eventually, we were a group of seven friends at work who made it to Mahuli, a village on the outskirts of Mumbai. We were being guided by a group called Shalom Adventures.
We boarded a train at 8am from Dadar to Asangaon. What followed after getting off the train was completely unexpected. One by one, we had to mount a tempo that was our ride till the trekking spot. After a not-so-heavy breakfast, we left out baggage at one of the village houses and started walking on the beaten path that was going to lead us to the top. The rain, however, was playing games with us. But let’s confess, it wasn’t behaving like a stubborn kid.
After climbing up the hill for almost an hour, we reached the spot from where we were to start rappelling. From here let me write about what was going on in my head when I was about to begin. I wouldn’t really make it sound bad and say I was scared. I wasn’t. But when I started rappelling, I stopped thinking. Every thought just disappeared. The only thing playing on my mind was — Am I doing it right? I tried hard to grip my feet onto the rocks, but it was getting difficult due to the heavy showers. I stopped for a moment and peeped how far I was from an open well of water that was waiting to caress me. As I was rappelling along the waterfall, there were thick droplets hitting me while I was descending.
After that, I was just happy. Adventures have a charm of their own, and on Sunday, I was charmed. Now, let the photographs narrate the story.