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My homeland

A place alive with the song of birds

Where prevails, tales of miracles—

And enchanting music of nature dear.


In the hazy blue of early morning

Come those heart warming sounds—

The chirruping of thousands of birds

The flapping of their wings

Speeding through the gossamer mists

And those arising, divine babblings.

The date palms, the monkeys and the temples,

Where sit subtly coloured songbirds

Singing their hearts out…….

Nature here, connects sense with sensibility

Melds shapes and colours….

Its amplified, echoing silence

The reverberating music

The call of the night

The phenomenal tranquility….

Gives me profound joy.

The urge of the world of practicality

The suffocating confines of hostel life

Nostalgia for sights, sounds, and tastes of native land,

Lays bare a part of my own yearnings.

Those secret cravings….

For traditional food…..

For the presence

Of the kith and kins...

And for having those flights of fancies…

The wafting fragrance of thy eyes.

Somewhere within the depths o…
In this world full of contrasts and paradoxes, one easily gets to smell the sweet fragrance of flowers along with the awful smell of petrol. Imagine the rich aroma of fresh coffee in chilly winters, at the coffee stalls, with an equal proportion of stink from the drains nearby. The scent of wild flowers and the nasty odors from the garbage dumped their. The delicious smell of food in a room full of musty old books and acrid smoke.

And who has not seen lotus—the elegant, pure, divine flower with the most beautiful tinge of pink—that grows in filthy waters!!! It is a mystery indeed that a thing of beauty, and dirt, combine in such unwelcome proportions. Well it’s His way of creation….with the most unmatching and weird combinations.

My Last Trip Before Lockdown

When Covid19 had just put its foot in the country with only 3 cases in Kerala, we had our Ooty trip planned. All tickets and bookings were done since the new year. With just three days in hand, four of us travelled from Mumbai, Pune and Bhubaneswar, to Kempegowda International Airport, Bengaluru, to join a few others staying in the city. And the excitement to finally meet one another after 6 months of that trip to Pune, the Lohagard Trek- we were kids excitedly clicking selfies in our face masks, hurriedly putting a quick dab of sanitizer before hugging one another.

Next day early morning we were to start for Ooty. Sleepy heads, gulping a bowl each of muesli, we started onward journey to Bandipur National Park. Devouring uttapams, dosas and piping hot cups of coffee for breakfast at a restaurant by the highway, chit chats were full on, as was the music and dance in the 12-seater vehicle. Funny anecdotes had us laughing our hearts out, gossips were such a thrill and cooking recipe exch…

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