There are beautiful places, untouched yet to the extent which might start decaying the place. All these places need, is anonymity. I’ve always believed that the beauty of a place is proportional to how far away from a major city it is. But then, there are places like this – so close to a city like Bangalore – yet, it has managed to remain untouched to a large extent. The villages leading to this lake, are true old-school places – using turmeric mixed with cow dung to clean their house surroundings, enjoy a quiet nap outdoors, under the shade of voluminous Banyan trees. I could sense the true charm of the quintessential village life. Beyond these villages was this lake. Though it was not empty – there were a few city dwellers who were already there – it was not teeming with throngs of loud people around.
Between the time the sun set and a near-full moon took over the duties, we spent a blissful couple of hours there.
Towards the end, it was disheartening to see a couple of people screaming their lungs out and making plans to camp for the night – I’m sure they’ll light a fire or two, have some drinks, make a mess and leave. Its perfectly ok to have fun, as long as you do it responsibly, while not harming the environment and making a mess with litter strewn around. I’m intentionally not disclosing the location of the place to avoid just these kind of people messing the place up.