Chunchi Falls with William

Nice road Bangalore, one of the best roads you could drive on.
My Alto was tearing the wind apart and i reached the highest yet, on my car. 146 Km/hr.

Once you reach Kanakpura Village on NH209, the traffic goes weak and you drive through the canopies. The trees from the opposite sides of the road reach out to hug and kiss. You often get so engrossed looking at them that you forget you are driving.


There is a left turn and you reach the lush green fields and far away the blue mountains.
Drive 25 Kms through and you are on the top of a hill, and down below you lies the water fall.









A short trek and you have the brown old earth smiling at you. You can hear the water flow.
Climb through the boulders and you will be in front of  it.




She exalts and splash down making a rumble that will numb your ears.
Yet there is a music, that you know for sure, but cant find the tunes.
I kept wondering as i herd her.


Will no one tell me what she sings?--
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?



 The sun up in the sky kept smiling at my soliloquies and my vain attempts to understand her.
The beauty that frenzied in front of me.
Probably he sees it every day and finds pleasure in this dazed astonishment of every man who treks down here.



As I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more....

Chunchi Falls Bangalore