DAY 4 : "JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOMBER SILENCE"
As the trip continued with all its perks throughout the forests of Dooars, we decided upon taking a short trek to the Buxa Fort.
This was probably one of the times there that I would like to remember from time to time. It was about 5 km up and down the hilly roads that took us to the fort. There was no such extravagant experience that followed, but rather the silent, cool extravaganza that the diverse range of woods provided made everything worthwhile.
As we ascended through the rocky path of the mountains, the belt of deciduous foliage welcomed us. We were surrounded by old, great trees standing in utter silence with decades of secrets within the long, thick trunks.
The thought of how always the forests have accepted us no matter who we are, where we come from, the woods welcoming the humans with those droopy branches has amused me for a long time. But it will be hard to expect the same behavior every time from the opposite side too. However, the trees never fail to give chances, to raise the branches and offering a caring handshake.
The balance between the nature and its raw surroundings will always be something that I'll be coming back to every time because it is always worth it; coming back to the roots, from where the journey began will always be worth it.
And as the storytellers from the start of eternity will be making peace with the silent winds, I'll be resting my head in Mother Nature's lap and wondering off to a magnificent somber land of foliage.
Dooars clicks.
CANON 1100D
02.21.2020