Edge of Heaven

So from the wedding we were at we decide to go off for a safari just like that. It's a normal thing to do right after weddings when you should actually be sleeping off the huge lunch in the comfort of an air-conditioned luxury suite. 9 of us in 2 Mahindras bumped along the hilly terrain in the hope of seeing a wild elephant or two, a herd of spotted deer, or if we're really lucky, a panther. Kilometer after nauseating kilometer we journey, seeing nothing wilder than a monkey, lunch rising dangerously my mouth with every passing minute. I wished the ride would come to an end and we'd turn back, knowing that my motion sickness would only get worse, and I'd be embarrassingly sick in front of everyone. We kept asking the driver how much farther before we come to the end of the agreed distance, and he'd say something unintelligible to even the Malayalam-speaking people in our group. Finally he rounds a corner and stops at the very edge of heaven. It was this huge lake, its surface smooth and mirror-like, reflecting the fading light of dusk. How breathtakingly beautiful. Motion sickness banished from my mind, I drank in the magic of the surroundings, knowing that my camera would capture not even a fraction of its true form.