Kamshet

Red hills punctured

By colours of the para-glides:

Beautiful confetti-like, sailing

In the hot skies of Kamshet

But the convection currents

Thus harnessed, they always returning

Sometimes, when I look back

I wish, all friendships could paraglide -

Lift on thermals, soar far away

Get pulled by clouds, soar and sink

But in between, return to cliffs of life

To talk together at end of day

But our journeys are no paraglide,

We prefer the speed of jets

Soar away, in sonic success

In contrails of ambition

The skies left behind, still the same

But empty, and a little less

The paraglides still twist and turn

In these hills of yesterday;

The same red cliffs, warming sun.

Sometimes, a stray-thought visitor comes

But finds only shadows

And living memories that don’t return…

1^st January, 2026

 Kamshet, in the Western Ghats, is a paradise for paragliding and nature lovers. Its red hills, valleys, and colorful skies offer breathtaking views, while quaint villages and lakes add serene charm. Just a few hours from Pune or Mumbai, it’s perfect for adventure or a peaceful weekend escape.