Nothing clears your mind like a trek.. Pushing yourself physically to do what your body is not doing on a daily basis, trudging along a path that has been used a few hours ago by a panther, her cub, a hyena and a porcupine; wild flowers abloom, scenting the forest; cold water running over your hot sweaty feet as you cross a flowing stream of river bare feet, climbing up a "jenana oudhi' (a hunting point for the women in the days of the maharajas) and being treated to a sweeping view of the mountains around you, which your eyes take in, as the cold air hits your lungs when you breathe...
All this and so much more.. a sensation, a feeling difficult to explain but which basically cleans out the huge stinking pile of thoughts in your head and replaces it with the quiet sounds of the forest. That, along with the sound of your footsteps, the tautness in the muscles and the short breath as you negotiate a climb, leaves you feeling... nourished.
And then when you find something really delectable which you have never had before, in the middle of the forest, it's the icing on the cake. As if that wasn't enough, you get the recipe out of the guy, try it at home and figure that its the easiest thing ever to make - then it becomes an amazing day!
