A Day Above the Clouds – Our Thamni Ghat Ride

 

A Day Above the Clouds – Our Thamni Ghat Ride

It all started on a relaxed Sunday night. Out of nowhere, my phone buzzed it was Kunal. Without wasting any time, he said, “Bhai, kal Thamni Ghat chalte hai. Subah nikalna hai.”

I laughed at first. I had some plans already lined up, which I had even mentioned to him last Monday. But his excitement was infectious. After a few seconds of thinking, I replied, “Give me 10 minutes… I’ll cancel everything.” And with that one decision, a beautiful memory was set into motion.

The next morning, we gathered early. Eight of us, four bikes, and zero second thoughts. I was on the bike with Harshit, while Kunal rode with Vedant. Sajal, Tejas, and others followed on the remaining bikes. The air felt fresh, the skies were clear, and the mood was full of energy.

We passed through the calm village of Pringut, waving to locals, feeling the wind, and soaking in the greenery all around. After riding around 10 km past Pringut, on a slightly slippery stretch, Kunal and Vedant’s bike slipped  they toppled right there in front of us. The next second, Harshit and I also lost control and fell off our bike.

I was lying there, a little shocked but laughing, and I looked at Harshit and said,
“Me tar sandlo yaar… bharlo pan!”

That line hit everyone, and all of us burst out laughing like crazy. Thankfully, no injuries  just mud, scratches, and a whole lot of memories.

Just a few meters ahead, we found a river. We took that chance to clean ourselves, wash off all the dirt, and freshen up. We clicked some really cool photos by the river  messy clothes, big smiles, wet hands, and laughter that echoed with the water’s flow.

We continued the ride and finally reached our destination  Thamni Ghat. As we approached, the sound of the waterfall welcomed us. It was cold, clear, and surrounded by raw beauty. We ran toward it like kids, dipped our feet, splashed around, and let the chill water refresh every bit of tiredness from the ride.

After all that fun in the waterfall, hunger naturally kicked in. We stopped nearby and had hot Maggie and crispy vada pav, followed by a round of cutting chai that hit just right. Sipping tea under the open sky with mist around us and mountains in the distance  it felt peaceful, like the world had slowed down for us.

From there, we moved to the valley viewpoint, and what we saw was magical. The clouds had come down, surrounding everything in soft white mist. It felt like walking in a dream. The trees disappeared and reappeared in the fog, the hills stretched far, and everything around looked like a scene straight from a movie.

We sat quietly, letting the wind pass through us, soaking in the view. No one said much  we just felt. After years, it was one of those rare moments where happiness didn’t need words.

But the adventure wasn’t over. On the way back, it started raining heavily. We were drenched in no time, but no one complained. We rode in the rain, screamed into the wind, and let ourselves feel free. We even stopped once more for a final round of chai hot and spicy, warming our wet fingers and smiling hearts.

That day gave me more than just a trip  it gave me moments of real joy. A sudden plan. Eight friends. Four bikes. A fall, a river, Maggie, chai, clouds, laughter, rain and a lifetime of memories.

To Harshit, Kunal, Sajal, Vedant, Tejas, and everyone who made that ride unforgettable  thank you. For showing up, for laughing when we fell, and for making me feel alive again.

Sometimes, all you need is one late-night call, a few close friends, and the courage to say,
“Chal nikalte hai.”

And when you fall, just smile and say,
“Me tar sandlo yaar… bharlo pan.”