adventure of imagination

I am at a place called Nagamod, its called so because of the way the winding road snakes through the mountains. As the bus puffs its way along the winding road, i get to gaze for some time at the vast valleys and the dense forest. For a moment i wonder how difficult this place would have been in the distant past.

at a time when the mountains were pristine and untouched by the caresses of the ebony roads. When the ghats were still to enter the imagination of men. these mountains must have been manly and forbidding.

at such times Shivaji and his men had their numerous adventures, their proud horses galloped through the passes whilst their riders thought of yet another trick to outwit the enemy. These guerrillas ruled these jungles then.

the bus has entered a small town where an ancient shop displays a blue sign that informs me that i can buy NOKIA mobiles here.