While looking for a quick escapade, we wanted to visit a place having a waterbody there, which can be viewed from the hotel room. And the journey time should not be much. After weighing and discarding a couple of options which did not meet all the requirements, we zeroed in on Baranti, a not so off-beat destination in the Purulia district of West Bengal.
Day 1 : July 13, 2019
With the expectation of watching rains over a lake while sipping tea in the balcony, we boarded the Ranchi Shatabdi express at Howrah station. It was an uneventful journey, except that we were amazed to see some young dudes who had decided to shed the unnecessary weight of clothing from their body by wearing bermudas, but were happy to carry the huge load of heavy beard and long mane that needed bands to be held in place.
We got down at Asansol, where Rabin had been waiting to pick us up.
Outside Asansol railway station
After stocking a few bottles of mineral water, we started along GT road.
Our first halt was at the bridge over the Damodar river.
We entered Purulia district after crossing the bridge. The Garh Panchkot hill, with its majestic presence, commanded us to stop for a photo shootout.
Soon we entered a village road. A goods train was whistling its way through fields where paddy was being sown.
The serious students – did not bunk school like us.
We reached Baranti village, took a right turn to go around the Baranti hill, and the lake unfurled before us.
Baranti – the Salzburg of Bengal
We checked in the hotel, and rushed to the balcony that offered a grand view of the lake.
It was summer, but there was a pleasant breeze which took away all our weariness. With renewed vigour, we spent the time chitchatting till lunch was served.
The lunch did not have, fortunately, any organic item. It had Bengali dishes, simple yet very tasty, and we ate to our hearts’ content. Then it was time not to remain confined to the room. So we went out to explore Biharinath hill, the highest one in the adjacent Bankura district.
The car moved along village road.
গ্রামছাড়া ওই রাঙা মাটির পথ আমার মন ভুলায় রে।
My King's road that lies still before my house makes my heart wistful.
It stretches its beckoning hand towards me; its silence calls me out of my home; with dumb entreaties
It kisses my feet at every step.
It leads me on I know not to what abandonment, to what sudden gain or surprises of distress.
I know not where its windings end-
But my King's road that lies still before my house makes my heart wistful.
- Rabindranath Tagore
First view of Biharinath
There is a temple at the base – of Lord Biharinath.
Inside the sanctum
There was a temple of Bishnu also.
While coming back, we stopped at a place where there were lot of date trees with ripe dates. We collected some and savoured them, which turned out to be sweet.