My Rain-Soaked Adventure in Malshej Ghat

My Rain Soacked Adventure in Malshej Ghat 

Last weekend, I chased the rains to Malshej Ghat, The way we are decided to going Malshej Ghat. The highway stretched before us, its black surface gleaming under the drizzle as we left the city behind. By the time we hit the Ghat section, the real magic began our windshield wipers working overtime against the downpour while waterfall appeared suddenly around every bend, their white fury contrasting against the dark rock faces. We pulled over near Pimpalgaon Joga Dam, where the viewpoint was just a muddy patches with a few plastic chairs sinking into the earth. A shivering chalwala materialized from the mist, his kettle steaming as he poured us ginger tea that burned our tongues but warmed our hands. Then the famous flamingos were there, trough farther away than the photos suggest just pale pink smudges against the grey reservoir. At a roadside dhaba, we ate vada pav while watching the valley swallow itself whole in the fog. The rains never stopped, our clothes never dried and it was absolutely perfect not some instagram fantasy, but the real, messy, glorious heart of mansoon in the mountains.