There is a small scar on my ankle bone, a souvenir from a trip.
Each time I look at it, I’m trying to stand over a rock but I slip.
My ankle gashes against that rock, slimy with a film of algae,
bringing down sodden curtains over the spine-chilling soiree!
In the serene village of Mawlyngbna, Indo-Bangladesh border
We had no idea what awaited us as we trekked down in order
Lush jungle all around with the rain clouds hanging above us.
The wettest place on earth proved its worth without any fuss.
Plunging into the canyon from a cliff was the tip of the thrill.
Barely beating the slide down the rocky cascades, sans frill.
Rappelling down waterfalls, struggling to keep the eyes open,
clutching onto the tree roots, hoping to come out unbroken.
Swimming when we could, floating away when we could not
‘Be one with the water’, the guide advised us, ‘Don’t be taut.’
We were high on adrenaline, despite the sore calves and soles.
Tottering along the edges, trying not to slip into the potholes.
Gushing and gasping our way through a rain-engorged river.
Soaked to the bone for over five hours in the freezing water.
A wild adventure, I remember every time I look at that scar
when a crazy heart convinced a cautious mind to jump afar!
