Senses

How would life be..
Without
The pleasing fragnance of the earth
After the first downpour, the first shower.
A rose's sweet perfume...
And the scent of wild flowers.
The aroma of mummy's homemade delicious dishes
And all other pleasant odours all around.



The sight of
 Nature's numerous manifestations
The aesthetic beauty...the godly illusions and illustrations..
The river, the dark night, the twilight
The sunset over the lake
The view of the world heritage sites
The ancient and antique treasures of history
The varied cultures, traditions..the festivals
The pomp and show..the enjoyment
The glimpse of a thing of beauty
A painting, a flower..a miniature representation
Of His creation.........
Or just ...an emotion..an expression of love.

Hearken...
The music of Nature
The thunderstorm..the whirling,whistling wind.
The outburst of Nature's inlaid anger
The rhythmic flow of the river
The beat of the heart..
The breeze whistling through the trees..
The chirrupings..the tunes of the natural world...
Listen...
The song of the soul...
That spreads a message
And..call their names..
That touches hearts....

Feel....
The texture of the earth.....
The sand, the gravel...the pebbles.....
The delicate petals of a flower
The vibrations of belongingness
From your kith and kins...
The wet touch of drizzling rain...
The crystalline snow,frost and... the dew....

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My Last Trip Before Lockdown

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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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