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Beauty. Tranquility. Change. The color of the Dear Diary,
leaves fading from a deep green to a mess
of orange-yellow hues, enveloping the soil Today was the second day of the Rishikesh
with an autumn snow of red foliage. Our camp and my group went for a 2 hour trek
steps and uneven gasps sung in unison, the to explore the celestial beauty of the sleepy
crunch of leaves under our thick hiking mountains draped in lushful greenery.
boots adding to the jungle buzz of crickets Walking on small, slippery rocks and almost
and bees. My eyes were everywhere, taking slipping on the huge rocks I felt like giving
in every single midrib, petal and rock I came up. With these thoughts of giving up was
across as I imagined the canopy above the urge to explore the breathtaking
morphing into buildings. The bird’s chirps scenery and soak in as much fresh and
turned into the beep of a car horn and the clean air as possible since the dreadful
fallen sticks turned to garbage on the street. pollution level of Gurgaon burnt my eyes to
tears. The trail had the width of a pencil.
That’s when I heard it. From maybe a meter Anyone who slid just a bit seemed to cause
or two behind me I could hear a deep and everyone to tumble and suffer injuries. The
coarse voice singing in an ironically soft hardest part for me was hopping over
manner that enveloped the entire forest. pebbles and attempting to balance so that I
That moment was one of perfection. The wouldn't slip over them. Since I don't usually
sleepy and dim streaks of orange sunlight exercise, it was really difficult for me to walk
between the tree trunks and the soft whish without stopping. I felt ashamed since all of
whoosh of the wind, created a picturesque my friends were moving so quickly and
setting and a moment where everything could jump over enormous rocks with ease
was perfectly in place. The music, the forest, while I was unable to. My friends encouraged
the people… everything was quintessential me when I was about to give up since I was
and, in that moment, I felt content. Beauty feeling so discouraged. After the
of song. Tranquility of forest. Change of conversation with my buddies, I felt a lot
scenery. As I stood on the boulder looking better and more driven.Despite slipping
at the sun setting behind the curve of the and getting bruises all over, I continued and
mountain range, it was perfection. finished the walk. We eventually arrived at
the most stunning waterfall, where the
Despite the thorns that pierced our pants Ganga River's purest water poured. The
and the heavy weight of the fog weighing sight and the sound of the river rushing just
us down while we walked down the dirt refreshed me. Everyone drank water from it
road, we made the most of what it was. to quench their thirst and the scenery and
Tired from rafting, hot sun and waves our gushing sound of the water just revived
skin’s golden tan rested on the rope chairs, me.From this incident I learned that I should
small weaves poking us through our warm never give up and keep going. I hope you
layers. The sun bid us au revoir as it fell do too! Well, good night for now, I feel
behind the soft peaks and tall trees. The exhausted and just feel like sleeping.
night cold surprised us but we stayed
ignorant, preoccupied with our own Your friend,
conversations, lost in the circles of friendship Tavanya
and card games.
By Nandini Tyagi (MYP 5)
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