Khajuraho was an exotic time with temples, erotic sculptures, murmurs of the past, worship of Shiva and some good walks in the green belt. But then we wanted a change, and thought of a picnic. It had been a long, long time since we went for a picnic. Both my friend and I had not been on a picnic since our childhood. So when the hotel staff suggested we try a ride to the nearby Raneh falls, we jumped at the chance.

Picnic basket from Khajuraho

Picnic basket from Khajuraho

So, the next big thing was a decision on what to take with us. We packed the picnic in Khajuraho itself with lots of sandwiches, fruits, juices and some sweets. And began the 20-km car ride to Raneh Falls. The road was bumpy and we hit the roof more than watching the road the view. Eventually, we decided to put a towel on top of our heads to save the hits.

Raneh Falls are famous for their rock formations. This waterfall has water round the year and comes through multihued crystalline granite canyon. This fall is about 5 km long and about 100 ft deep. And around it are shades of pink, red and grey.

It was a lot of information. But the excitement had built up by that time. And we eagerly awaited the first glimpse of the crystalline waters. Parking the car on the parking lot near the road, we climbed down some steps to find the glimmer of emerald waters.

People were bathing and some were busy eating in the neighbourhood café. Someone around was yelling that there were more waterfalls in the neighbourhood. These were seasonal in the wooded area nearby.

Pandav falls and Ken Ghariyal Sanctuary

Pandav falls and Ken Ghariyal Sanctuary

While we sat, with our feet in the cool waters, sandwiches and juices found their way into our stomachs. This was bliss. This is the Ken River, a neighbour smiled. There is even a Ken Ghariyal Sanctuary close by. Our ears stood up at this. You can also spot wild boar, chinkara, blue bull and peacocks, the neighbour continued. We were tempted to go there but the rhythm of the water kept us hooked and we kept listening to him.

Nearby were the caves where the Pandavas had stayed during their exile. Lazily, we offered him some fruits and water. Sandwiches and juices were over by now. Slowly, we got up to find these caves, walking through the little thickets to where we could see others.

It was dark and dim. The caves looked a little scary and gloomy, these natural rocks with empty spaces occupied by humans. It was a startling thought. And we began to dwell upon the times when there were no human colonies and housing. Finding our way back was not tough, we walked slowly though, enjoying the walk through the greenery and the sound of water sounded like sweet music.

We contemplated going to the famous Pandav Falls in Panna National Park and the ghariyal sanctuary. But it only remains contemplation. Maybe in the near future, it will become a reality.