Bhairav- The Raaga of the dawn
Every bend felt like the end of the world as the early morning mist obscured our vision. The forest veiled itself with the silence of a grave. There is something about the unseen that attracts us-as the unknown seduced us deeper into the mist covering us with the blue haze we were thrown to this beautiful sight of a Chital deer nibbling on the dew dipped grass. Like the raagas of the first sun, like the notes of Bhairav, the dawn played out its melody on one fine February morning.