We were traveling in the Uttara Kannada district of Karnataka which falls in the heart of the Western Ghats, a mountain range running along the western coast of the Indian peninsula. It is also called the Sahyadri (benevolent) mountains.
Everything was a lush, verdant green with the recent rains. I saw a tiny lake somewhere in the countryside, with farmers relaxing around it. One of them was fishing and had caught two fat, Bangda (Mackerel) for dinner. Another was playing with his son, who kept trying to climb all over him.
The lake with the lotus pond and overcast skies presented an irresistible image, one that you cannot plan to see. It was the middle of nowhere, no particular name to the place, and the anonymity of it all made it a unique landscape with life in it; a breathing, throbbing rural life that is integral to a vastly agricultural country.
The serene waters called to me and I sat with the farmers for a while. Rain clouds were approaching. The tinkling cowbells added to the sweetness of the moment. Man and nature seemed so much in harmony. I quietly savored the moment.