"And I became Sorhawasi"

Catchy hills as Protecting Roofs....Hidden Streams as Treasures....Welcoming smile of villagers brimming with inner satisfaction.....Purity of their heart as first drop of Rain and Innocent twinkling eyes of kids.. Delicate,Fragile and at the same time Notorious as the Petals of Rose Struggling in slow Drizzling for its existence are just the first Reflection of this Immensely Blessed Village as "Heaven on Earth" Sorha.

"Sorha an unpredictable village where imagination would be an illusion unless you reside there."

From the day we started preparation for rural camps,I started Gathering even the most tiny information though scattered in the farthest corner of the universe of my mind but unfortunately just the first reflection of the village has vanished my entire hypothetical structure leaving no hope for its further growth.

As our bus stopped there first thing I noticed was a ghostly Tamarind tree and a Sarkari school...surrounded everywhere with shouting kids. Even if it was just 17km from Ranchi any existence of living being after crossing that village was beyond imagination. I felt as if it was the End of World. I was scared to get down till strict order came from sir to leave the bus.

As we all successfully landed on a new Earth the habitants of that Earth intentionally and boldly arranged themselves comfortably for minutely watching our each activity and screening our each body part as if we were Aliens from a different planet.

The situation was so strange that it compelled me to shift my attention from what I would do for Survival to what I should do now that is unloading my luggages..........and soon learning survival tips became fun with the company of my colleges.

Trust is the most subtle nourishment for life and we start trusting life only when we live it in all its contradictions and opposites...which I realized when I became Sorhawasi.

There is no Road, no Electricity,which is so isolated that you will start doubting all technological advancement and will start asking yourself that whether you will be ever able to go back.

But Nature has poured all its beauty on it,................... there is no-where a place as such.........

Where water drops in streams work as tranquilizer.....

Where sitting in the rock on hills you can transcendent reality and can move towards Ecstasy...

Where there is no hope for Mundane and Commotion doesn't Exist....

Where Sunset was so densely Established that you would start believing that nothing exist in this world except this village....

Where Night is so dominating that you could easily forget the day and the morning is so rejoicing that you could easily forget your Past.....

Where the Morning air will penetrate you so as each atom of your body will attain Mocha and the sunlight is so captivating that it will make you feel unburdened from all Misdeeds.....

Where the people were so innocent that you would not dare to cheat them and their purity will compel you to accuse all Urban dwellers.......

And were so Welcoming that you would wish to forget your past identity and will be willing to Proudly Accept yourself as "Sorhawasi".

( Memorizing my days in Rural Camps....this is dedicated for all my friends in sorha....which will be always the best days of my life....and this is just the 1% of what i want to write for my camp days)