Sangam

Sangam, is a dream like place, tucked away deep in the Satpuras, about a 8 km trek (to-n-fro) through the folding hills, a descent of about 750 ft, where one reaches a confluence of three lovely streams emanating from the hills above. This is like a lost Jurassic world, still some semblance to what Captain James Forsyth would have seen, when he rode up the plateau in 1862. Not on the mainstream tourist map, this completely untouched paradise is absolutely unmatched in beauty. The trek winds its way downhill, steep at some points, however comfortable for the most and one walks along biodiversity like none other. Nowhere would one see a canopy and foliage as pretty as the one you would walk under, with the hillsides covered with ferns and moss and a myriad of flowering plants and water trickling out of the rocks every few hundred meters, forming a small stream, gently flowing downhill. And as one approached the bottom of the saucer shaped valley, one would be amazed to come across a fern forest like none other and a variety of exotic birds and butterflies, residing therein. Towering mountains on all sides, virtually blinding out the sun, streams flowing down hill and eventually forming a confluence into a single flow which forms a waterfall, further up ahead, Sangam has to be seen and experienced to be believed, that a place this magnificent actually exists.