The valleys of Khandala were green and yellow. Through these valleys, the wind was blowing continuously. If you would close their eyes and concentrate, you’d hear the rusting of dry leaves which has fallen off the trees due to approaching winters. In this scenic beautiful landscape, there was a group of 30 people atop a hill starring at a rope which was tied up between two trees. They were imagining or maybe were not being able to imagine themselves hanging from the rope. Actually, their task wasn’t to hang on the rope but to cross from one end of the rope to the other. The only problem was that the rope was above a valley which was about 100 feet deep.
One by one people got onto the ropes. They had the experience of their lives. If you’d dare a little on that rope and look around, you could see yourself in the middle of beautiful green valleys, a waterfall on your right, bright blue sky above you and railway tracks below you. These tracks came into every few minutes when trains passed over it making a peculiar engine sound. It is an experience beyond words and you can understand it only if you do it. Trust me on that.
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