The journey

Rahul was on the beach.,  feeling the sand under his feet.  The grainy touch.  The waves crashing in synchronised chaos.  The sounds lending comfort to his ears.  It has become a daily routine. A task he has got fully used to. A task he thoroughly enjoyed,  watching  the sun slowly rise.  The golden hues of sun rays,  shimmering  like a  haphazardly cut mirror.  Just like any other day,  he was waiting for the sun rays to transform the waters to a  peachy shade.  The salt in the air was very perceptible.  It was his regular day.  He started walking slowly back.

Today,  he felt the urge to do something different. Something he had been yearning for ages.  A desire left unfulfilled. A desire which he believed must come to fruition right away. 

He was a kid. He remembered that day vividly.  The day his grandpa was telling him tales of the hills.  He was sitting in front of his grandpa's chair,  the old,  brown reclining one.  Grandpa, his eyes sparkling  with delight as he recounted  his youthful days and the grandson with the delight of learning something new.  Grandpa,  told him of the  day, the day when he went on a safari into the woods.  The woods were very dark even on a bright sunny day.  The woods had eerie sounds of bats,  and haunting spirits,  waiting to clench their grip.

Grandpa wasn't scared. He parked the Jeep and started the trek.  Rahul could feel his hairs stand,  and hear the rustle of dry leaves as his Grandpa went on.
Grandpa went on  to traverse the rocky terrain with a strong grip on the ground underneath.  Rahul wanted to know where Grandpa was trekking to. It was noon.  The rays weren't visible but the heat could be felt.  The trek was fairly challenging.  Sweat rolled across the face and palms. But grandpa was not daunted.  He walked till the destination was reached.  And today, Rahul decided to go there!

Rahul was now at the start of the trek.  He could see the dense woods.  It was the start of another day. He walked the rocky terrain, with his nerves pulsing with feverish excitement. He was  trudging up the rocks, not taking a minutes recess. The rocks were loose at times, so he stumbled and steadied himself. Bruised,  scratched,  a bit famished, but not any less enthusiastic.

Rahul was nearly at the end of his trek.  He could now see bright light, not too blinding but warm. The rays of the sun were casting an idyllic haze.  Now he was on a paved terrain,  rocky steps leading the way as the sun was slowly casting it's shadows. He felt cool breeze rush.  He could hear the sounds, not of dry leaves but of water rushing.  He reached his destination.  He saw the lofty descent of water.  A magnificent view .  The water descending from the jagged cliff,  frothing in a white mass.  He could feel the force, the force of water gushing.  He took a long breath and shouted in jubilation. The journey was done and the destination a memory to be treasured.