Uncanny Hues, Silent Whispers... A Trip To Matheran

It was at five in the morning when I grudgingly stumbled out of bed for a film shoot in Matheran. Sleep-deprived, puffy-eyed and braving the rainfall I made my way to the station. Needless to say, working with complete strangers in an unknown place in the middle of nowhere, wasn't something I was particularly excited about, and considering how I was supposed to work behind the scenes, it wasn't going to be a party!

I've often wondered how life throws these unexpected and extraordinary surprises at you when you least look for them. My adventure in this quaint little town was more or less the same. After the long and tedious train journey, we finally reached the town, and this is what my eyes got a chance to feed upon...

Lush greens, heavy fog, quiet rains, towering mountains enveloped in a thick blanket of mist and water, waterfalls running through the mountains, sinister forests surrounding us, the picturesque town bore the air and mystique of the countryside. Exotic and flourishing greens blended effortlessly with the calm and ethereal waters, so perfectly that one could not tell where one begins and the other ends. One had but to set his eyes upon this land to know that it had stories to tell and incidents to narrate from the bygone years and people long forgotten.

Surprising how many people we encounter in the course of our lives.   Some of them can manage to leave an indelible impression in our hearts. Whatever my inhibitions were about the big bad world of cinema were ruthlessly beaten and subdued by the people I met on this trip. Some of them brimming with zeal and confidence, some of them with a quiet fervour of ambition around them, people exemplifying humility and simplicity, some of them with an unbeatable aura of victory and stardom...all set out to conquer the world with their talents and dreams!

The good humoured banter, the walks through the long winding roads, the running around, the fun shared during meals, all made up for some very sweet memories. Somebody had very aptly said 'We do not remember days, we remember moments.' This trip came as a very welcome escapade from the pace I had been living in for quite some time, what remains are memories of colour, of light, of humour, of stars, of time, of echoes, of ink, and of hearts....

                                   
                        ~Memories are ways of  holding onto
                          the things you love, the things you are,
                          and the things you never want to lose~
                                     -The wonder years.