A visit to Bordi












Monsoons are one of the most ideal seasons to undertake a road trip with your loved ones. So we also did the same by going to Bordi- a pinprick and the last destination in the map of Maharashtra. All five families were up and ready by seven in the morning to commence our journey.
Gradually, the high-rise buildings of Mumbai vanished in the lush green fields which replaced the backwaters of the creeks. The rain slithered and sizzled, draping the rich green scenery with a glossy sheen. Hills rose gently on one side and rice fields stretched on the other. It was indeed a picturesque affair! We reached our destination in about five-six hours. Upon reaching, we were allotted our rooms in a 7 bedroom bungalow owned by a Parsi family. No sooner had we freshen up ourselves than delicious smells whiffed in the air. After having a hearty lunch, we made our way back to our rooms to get some shut-eye. By, 6 in the evening the sun was setting in, which soon made us realize that this would perhaps be the best time to head straight to the Bordi Beach for a few hours to while away our time.The pristine beach wound like a pearl ribbon along the grey, blue and white topped sea. Even the waves peaked in a foamy surface. All of us stood still, holding each others hands, smiling through our hair and of course posing for the shutterbugs. On the beach, we witnessed a natural phenomenon which none of us had ever seen- low tide. After dusk, the water moves back paving way for people to walk on the sand which was once covered with water. Amazing isn't it? A few hours later we returned to our rooms and nobody showed any signs of tiredness. On the contrary everybody seemed rejuvenated and fresh since being with nature keeps everyone away from the hustle and bustle of our hectic schedules. 
                                                   The next day, we made a visit to a village renowned for Warli Paintings. Warli Painting is an art form practiced by the Adivasis or the tribals in India, where they make pictorial forms on red-green background which is mainly made of cow-dung and the drawing is done with the help of rice paste. Its an art form which originated in Maharashtra and is till date boasted by them with pride. It was authentic, aesthetic and hand-made. Soon, we went to the Bordi Dam when the rains suddenly started pelting down. Walking for over 20 minutes in the wet, muddy and splashy roads, we reached our destination. Sheer Bliss! It seemed as if Nature had bestowed its beauty in abundance. The final destination in our bucket list for Bordi was a farm owned by my father's friend. Although we didn't really find many chicoos for which the farm is prominent for, but we did manage to find other fruits and vegetables.                                          To narrow it down, this is one of the best road trips that I deeply cherish. I soon sat in my car, reviving the reminiscences, thinking when can I get even a glimpse of these sights once I get back to my city life? With a suitcase of memories etched to my heart, we returned home after a few hours to start up fresh again on a Monday Morning.   




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