It was the end of the first decade of the 21st century. I was in 4th grade. My summer vacation was coming to an end.I was eagerly waiting for the first rain. Especially I was waiting for the rains of the holy Shravan month. Shravan is a Hindu month in which all Hindus worship Lord Shiva.
That time I lived in Aurangabad. there’s a kailash temple near Aurangabad in Ellora village. It was our custom to visit the Kailash temple in every Shravan and worship Lord Shiva.
At that time I was too young to know about travelling and exploring places. But every year I used to wait for that day. When my daddy used to take me on his bike and we used to travel miles in raining showers.
Shivering little me used to cling to the back of my daddy . And while passing through the valleys I always used to imgine myself running behind those purple butterflies , dancing under the waterfalls and running towords the mountain tops.
But this tiny trips made me realize that I really love mountains..that I really love rains .. that I really love traveling..
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