Mullayanagiri Memoirs

Adults often dream of a childhood that they have left behind, in the narrow vision of ambition and
growth.

If you look deep into the analogy of the human brain, a child’s soul can be found in the paintings that they draw. The perfect world of children, where the birds talk, the cats smile and happy human beings with fairy wings. Over time the art changes, yet you long for the unicorn and the cat that
smiled.

As we tap into our memory and recall the art we made as children and the songs we sang to lull ourselves to security and comfort, they become a remnant of the past. It is like a trip into the fading memory of sometimes a brook by the hill or the fluttering butterfly on the budding flower, or the
shore by the sea. It is always picturesque and filled with melancholy.

All the poignant memories of a lost childhood, nudge us to relive it all over again and we search in vain for a piece of that peace.

To relive the painting that you drew with the half silver moon and the starlit sky, you take a trip into the western ghats of Karnataka. As you leave the city behind, you are in awe of the serenity around you. The sound of concrete starts fading like a backdrop against the habit of cacophony.

Standing against the green of nature, you experience the spirit of the Mullyanagiri peaks. It is like a canvas drawn by the brush strokes of nature. You are in rapture, beholding this art made by the gods above.

As I reminisce my favourite paintings done by Gogh and the numerous artists, it is always the pristine flowers, the starry skies and nature as the protagonist, in the heart of all artists.

We all yearn to relive the childhood capsule of memory and plan travel and holidays into the beautiful spaces outside the regular life of adult monotony.

In this quest for a slice of the past, just take a walk alone under the canopy of the dark blue skies, and the starlit night of hope at Java Rain Resorts.

It is surreal as you hear the trees rustle, the empty roads ahead and a beautiful world on a single plantation.

Breathe in the air of gratitude to be alive and be ensconced in the lap of nature amidst the verdant greens. Here you can, all over again paint the butterfly, the crying cicada and the misty peaks ahead.

You just sit amidst the fluttering leaves and draw the crescent moon of your childhood, as the brush moves you can feel the past memory unfold in its magical way.