Nature

On leaping reticulations…

History, like beauty, depends largely on the beholder, so when you read that, for example, David Livingstone discovered the Victoria Falls, you might be forgiven for thinking that there was nobody around the Falls until Livingstone arrived on the scene.

-Desmond Tutu

    Victoria Falls from Zambian Side

The fading light is like a steam iron, smoothing over the corrugations of a landscape wrinkled by the afternoon sun till it dissolves into silhouettes under a canopy of stars… the twilight puts the curtains over the horizon and the diurnals pass on the baton to the nocturnals… that is also the time when water turns from sight to sound… the foaming white or the (deceptively) leisurely azure panoramas become babbles or burbles, fizzles or murmurs, depending upon how the terrain wishes to explicate itself…

Victoria Falls from Zambian Side

The first view of Victoria Falls we had from the Zambian side was such an exercise in fading light… the façade was mostly barren, bisected by a solitary gush of water tracing an eerie shade of white as dusk set in… the disappointment did not linger long when ‘twas elaborated that the gigantic swathes of water leaping over in a rather suicidal mood lay on the Zimbabwean side, a plume of vapour and droplets inked in the middle of the canvas testifying to the fact…

Victoria Falls from Zambian Side

From here, sans the water (the dry season was drawing to a close though), one could linger and muse upon the scale of the chasm, the interplay of igneous and sedimentary orchestrated by the erosive… churning out a natural wonder as one weaved across the dry, grassy ridge, trying to fathom and interpret the abyss at the same time… a rather perplexing proposition one could say, gazing across an arid scape that embosoms some of the most dynamic hydrological phenomena on the planet… but the macrocosms seldom need human validation to behave the way they do, and surmising thus we ambled back…

Victoria Falls from Zambian Side

Sunset views around Victoria falls, Zambia, October 2018

Author: Parth Joshi

Allured by the outdoors, the author is made up in parts of that quintessential lost soul wreathing under the pangs of biophilia in a desk job, a wannabe elegist mostly ending up in dungeons of poetasters and an optimist waiting for the senility of the modern world to fade away while sampling shoots and leaves. In saner times, he has a keen interest in areas pertaining to tourism, history, agriculture and climate change, especially with respect to historical interpretations, emerging technologies and future livelihoods. An avid trekker, runner, cyclist, birder and photographer, he is more often than not found gloating over anything hinterland, on foot or over computer monitors, and fantasizing solutions that can foster inclusive growth and sustainable livelihoods for communities at the grassroots.

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