A trip to Nagarjunasagar
From a ferry to a waterfall, the trip had it all. Above all else it was friendship that was cherished more than anything else.
Celebrating friendship !
It was during the month of August that our second year had just begun. Without any events in college and no good movies playing in theaters, we were extremely bored. That was when our friends came up with an idea of a class picnic and it was to be a one day trip to Nagarjuna Sagar. As the saying goes, "the more, the merrier", almost the entire class agreed to come on the trip. Then followed few days of mass messaging, arranging the bus and finally it was planned to be the day before Friendship day.
On the D day, we were asked to gather in the campus at 5:30 in the morning.The campus held a serene atmosphere in the semi-darkness of the day break. Sitting on the steps of the Technology Development Center, we saw the majestic civil building take form as the first rays of the Sun shone upon it. The trees swaying lightly to the tune of the early morning breeze was a treat to watch and we captured that instance of repose. We were awaken from our trance when the bus geared up and soon it started speeding on the highway. The three hour journey to our destination was packed with energy and entertainment in the form of songs and dance. The boys did a little ramp walk along the narrow path between the seats in the bus and we encouraged them with our cheers.
We knew that we had reached our destination when the enormous dam came into full view. The Sun at its peak gleamed over the river below making the water look almost pristine. We had to get down near the ferry counter to go to the island museum of Nagarjunakonda. The ride on the ferry was a pleasant experience. The water splashed onto the sides of the ferry and we occasionally spotted a fish. We wrote our names on the papers, thrust them into a bottle and threw it in the river with a vague hope that years later we might be lucky enough to spot it. The museum housed relics of the Buddhist civilization dating back to 3rd century A.D and we were enthralled to see such a unique and ancient collection. Then we set off exploring the tiny island. In fact we were so engrossed in it that we forgot the time to be at the ferry. It started leaving without us and we had to run all the way shouting. Thankfully it turned back and we boarded it bearing the mild criticism from our friends and silently chuckling to ourselves for the little adventure.
On our way to Ethipothala waterfalls we tossed coins into the river, making some trivial wishes about life, about friendship. The waterfall was a spectacular sight and we sat on the rocks below, lazily flinging pebbles into the stream, competing among ourselves as to whose would reach the farthest. By then we were tired and after some group photos we hopped onto the bus again to start our journey back home. Having lost the energy to sing or dance, we resorted to shouting at the vehicles passing by on the highway. We felt like little kids again. When it was time to disperse, we wished all our friends a happy friendship day with a promise to stay friends forever.
These memories are embedded into my heart and am sure that this peregrination would surely pop into our minds in moments of nostalgia after many years when we are far apart.