A beautifully lit sky forming the background to a vibrant lush green slope of a hill as viewed from the foothills during sunset at Kharghar, Navi Mumbai.
Enter the month of October and the rains will be soon gone, only to surface next year. Though it rains quite often even now, the signs of the retreat are evident. This year, it had rained enough and after a point it had started becoming a pain. Yes, the monsoon is far better than the scorching heat of the summer and water is a resource that one always finds good use of. But I wished it had rained in patches and a bit more mildly, giving everyone a small window to enjoy the fruits of the monsoon. Or maybe I, as my city, should have prepared in a much better way to have take it more as a boon than a bane. But there is always a next time. And yes, I will really miss the rains once they are gone…
A panoramic view of the Kharghar Hills Tabletop and the Valley below, as viewed from higher ground one fine rain free afternoon.
It rained plenty this year, replenishing most of the land. The foliage had turned into a vibrant shade of green. The clear skies and the intense sunlight aided in bringing out the best of the landscape. It really is a treat to watch the magic of the monsoon during a cheat day like this!
Though the rains have been merciless this year, they do bring special treats along. The earth gets covered with a layer of green, the air becomes cold and damp, numerous streams and waterfalls dot the region, all tricking ones senses into a game of pleasure and pain.
The journey to the base of this waterfall is a treat in its own as one needs to hike a bit to reach it. As the strength of the fall depends on the rains the hills receive, one has to wait till it pours continuously to witness it in it full glory.
An aerial view of the Kharghar Valley from one of the highest point on the Parsik Hills range one fine winter morning.
Though the view looks captivating (even more in person), I wished I could have been here before the concrete jungles and the ‘tamed wastelands’ dotted the scene. Yes there is development and the comfort that comes with it, but there is nothing can match or equate the rawness and peace that comes bundled with nature. And had I never enjoyed, understood and acknowledge that fact, I wouldn’t have made this picture anyway…
A Blue Tiger Butterfly collects its share of breakfast amongst a grove at the Parsik Hills Range, Kharghar.
With the monsoon having made a complete retreat, the skies are pretty cloudless during dawn causing much of the area to flood with sunlight that gives a much vibrant shade to the entire region. And the fact that much of this place is still quite green, most images pop without much effort 🙂
It was a normal start to the day for me. I left for the hills early, hiking my way up and down through the route religiously. Gave my legs a cooling lap at the stream, as I listened to the wise old and fun couple crack sense and jokes, all at the same time. The usual stalking by a few ‘newer’ mini birds and a calf (a first in a long long time!) followed before I decided to head back to the base camp (the most rewarding part of the entire pilgrimage, as well as the most time consuming one!)
And then there were the usual ‘distractions’ to detour – a few more birds and invertebrates, which would make me stray yet again (but something I never really regret). I was hooked on to once such distraction and by the time we had enough of each other, I was lying on the trail, tired and hungry. The blazing sun had worn me out and I decided to take a few minutes off before heading back, laying there to review my bounty.
That’s when these Lilliputians showed up – trumpeting their arrival with pants, scouting and securing the trail, as their master trailed behind. As cute as they could get, I couldn’t resist and snapped a photograph, without their permission. But they weren’t impressed by my act and didn’t seem to like me either. As their attack got more vicious (cute, to be honest!), I decided to get up and clear the way for them. And as they passed by, they gave me that look which very well meant’ If we wanted you dead, you’d already be dead’.
And I was like, ok…
Yet another, best of days at the hills and a fun kick-start to the day!
A lad makes a somersault while diving into the pristine waters of the Owe Lake at Kharghar.
Being able to discover the Owe Lake (for myself) after a few leads I got on a random post on Instagram and Google Maps, I finally made it to this place. It was indeed difficult for me believe that such a magical place existed just a stone throw away from such a dead concrete jungle.
P.S – Much thanks to Jibin Thomas for trusting me and lending his camera/life that day without which these pictures would never have been made, at least this way. Thanks bud!
Secondly, the lads who tried different stunts from what they were already doing, after having seen me with the ‘bada camera’. It was only because of their help (and madness) that I made some decent pictures but the best of memories!
Rain water fill the once dry streams which flow from the Parsik Hills mountain range towards Kharghar. These stream either form from the water supplied by small streams or waterfalls which are in turn supplied by water from the rain fall that takes place on the top of the hills. One can find water only during the rain season at these streams. All of the water finally joins together and flow through the township, finally ending into the sea opening at different locations