River Daya Tributary: Roads no one travel.

O Coulumbus , Oo Coulumbus Wishing to be like Vasco-Dagama! That is generation Y today , wishes for moon and fails then keeps the stars.

Heading for the promised land of River Daya meandering curve for fulfilling dream of speed bicycling on the smooth curvaceous swath of road landed bonkers. Finally settled for a new found tributary . These are the times when return journey becomes a drag. After scratching the dirt of River Daya and wishing to chug along meandering river proved tiring.Road ended at the mouth of a tributary. Times when new finding gives a scratching feeling of to do or not to do!

Visualize a railroad where the road is at high level than the plain. The roads which are carved out of the farming lands are forged at five meters above the farming lands.Existential crisis was nearby. Agony and pain gripped me and with a heart kept the wheels rolling. Nobody used this roads except growing weeds. One side of the high road is tributary gorge and other side of the road is vast farmlands, choose moving forward the creepy way or head back along the long Daya riverside road. Die and die situations right out of a proverbs book. At that time thought rationally about my home direction and yes also for blog materials collection here I dived into the wild.

Behold I have a feeling for mornings gonna be a good morning.

The farm lands had been harvested for rice and they stood empty now. First quitting feeling dawned when plants and herbs are stopping the bicycle by tangling in the bicycle. Nature called, do not go further its not normal. When man is in the wild he talks to himself a lot. Second quitting feeling came when encountered a predator. Pairs of eagles snooped on these empty lands for rabbits and rats. Parched on the dead trees and thorny trees. One attacked me from above and came dangerously close to my head. I am in my head calculating the easy way out of the bushes. I am busy and easy. No wander I am picture perfect prey for them. He knocks on my head from above. Just a light try of taking me off the ground with holding my hairs. I am stumped and cry came out these eagle screech and make things much worse. Quickly descended bicycle on to the empty fields where I stopped and bird-watched them for length and he too parches on a dead tree. A while gathering my limbs I boarded the high road again and he flies away. I could keep looking straight but am aware of sideways by I also could look at him flying by looking at his shadow.

next couple meters leveled road started and i was busy in mind deep thinking that I noticed the easy path only after 10 steps. Analyzing now it seems absent mindedness but really tormented by eagle or wilder beings anybody can conclude about my absent mindedness. Drank water when entered the civilization. Village people growing ladyfingers kept staring at me like they had seen ghost. I had to speak loudly for the courtesy of stopping their gaze. I found drinking water. Chugged along same road and found way back to the national highway. A moment of realization when you find a river tributary to be a sewer running besides my home. Everyday crossed that sewer to and fro the home. Realized that all this is connected and a little of visualization of the google map out of box proved extremely audacious.