Jharkhand Forest

We go through these old forest, two sides are colorful leaves. I meet the lucky, forest is right time to change leaves. Yellow, wine, green, orange make huge color carpet spreading from these mountain to others. I completely feel sleepy after early flight and only close my eyes will be easy to sleep deeply even I am on car. But my inside voice pushes me ¨come on Jane, you won´t have second chance to come here, wake up, wake up, look outside. Windy is playing on grass, on horse and cow´s back. Whole the forest is so quiet that can hear the voice of each leaf. Look out Jane¨.

I look out and dream in day. It must be amazing if can ride bicycle along the way among forest. Sunny sprinkles on trees. But the most spectacular is to look down on valley from top of mountain. The life forget this place and let it be natural as itself. No human beings´ hands sometimes is not bad. I heard the children´s laugh, throw the leaves and run on large grass under the light sunny. I used to be them, native. The grower I am, the hard I laugh. Time can change everything even if the things used to be thought unchanging. Only those tree, their leaves fall down and born new leaves. They seem nothing change, they still are those nice tree. Every time the driver stops, I try to breath deeply, I wanna smell more and more. I see the cottages, very small, one floor and made from natural material from forest, no need to say much, you let your mind fly and image like those cottages are under the big tree, so big, their branches spread out like touching the ground. Those tree are tender men and cottages like women, charming women. They are perfect couple. I wish I was one of those cottage or living in there. Under the moon light, sit next to a tender man and whisper with him about stars and universe in night, listen to him sing a song lightly with sweet melody. We can´t have permission to go out after 8:PM and of course I don´t have chance to see moonlight among old forest but their beauty makes me surprised and unforgetable. I miss Jharkhard, miss those quiet old forest!