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its amazing the way the forests absorb sounds and voices and turn it into a part of itself. so a shout, a shriek, a murmur doesnt remain a shout, a shriek, a murmur but is transformed into a caress, a shiver, a touch of the winds off the palm of the leaves. (hm.. too many ofs.. cant help it.)
Once inside a forest, it takes in everything and sets the rules. what it takes in has its edges chopped off, and turned into something fluid and movable. directions become suspect. light breaks and falls in diffused surrender. sounds coalesce and loose their rasp and bounce and slip deeper within our heads. they don't just bounce off your ears, but they travel within and linger and become a part of a symphony which the woods is playing. oh the sweet symphony. what would i give to be able to listen to it whenever i want!
The prelude is usually a chirpy welcome song which subsequently gives way to a lingering adagio. The longer you stay, the more moods of forests are revealed to you. i have experienced the bewilderness that forest lends you on the third or fourth day with its haunting silence that is only accentuated by the silent rustle of leaves. the rustle is almost conspiratorial. leaves become eyes and ears. its as if, they are talking constantly to each other and the same time nodding in approval.
If you stay longer though, the rustle gives way to a calmer silence. or atleast you feel like it.. :P the break of a branch is no more frightening, nor is the sudden chirps or hoots. its as if the forest accepts and expects now to be a part of it. the suddenness now losing its sharpness.

don't take i-pods to forests. your ears deserve better. (take stereos if u want to. forest shapes sounds agreeably. )


Ajinkya said…
matheran brought back and articulated these thoughts that have their memory in ratangad, nasik. the 3 day trek there was kickass, one of the best treks of my life.
Shadow Dweller said…
want to go to a forest! :(
Ajinkya said…
matheran brought back and articulated these thoughts that have their memory in ratangad, nasik. the 3 day trek there was kickass, one of the best treks of my life.

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