fresh air, clean water and a lot more..

It was unexpected, as always... A trip to my friend's ancestoral home at Shornur. My classes were a bit boring and the strike in the campus added flavour of holidays... I had not many options but pack my bags to that village, my parents had told me not to rush home whenver there is a break. My passion, disobedience and attitude naturally resulted in a journey.... In search of somethings I 'manage' to loose and afford to neglect! In search of a life that I had once possessed, God-given, unasked....and not mine anymore!
I was soon asleep and the bed was so soft. My skin started breathing fresh air and wringles started fading away. The clean cotton bedspread made me dream of many things unreal, lost in them, I felt not to wake up. But something else pulled me towards the washroom. I brushed up my morning blues...and me and my friend rushed to the pond in the family plot.
I had little time to think of somehting else other than the antique beauty of the place. Fresh, crystal clear water reflected the morning sun. The stone-laiden steps and changing rooms where lit up in that energy. I was more than happy. I could no longer hold my mind, but just splash into the elixr, revive my body and soul...
After the natural pedicure the fishes had to offer me, a naturopathic photoshoot with the little tortoise and watching the fungi that reminded me of jelly, me and my friend rushed to the kitchen of her Granny.... The delicious dinner that she had offered last night kept my mouth watery all the more. Her masterpiece dosa, dried mango pickle and yougurt...mmmmm....I can still bring back the taste on my taste buds. Yummy....
I lingered around the family temple which has got wall paintings still preserved. Natural dye kept the epical characters still 'alive'. Lord Krishna, his mates, lovers, a mom and child, unknown figures on the other hand.... There were many squirrels running about inside the temple, most of them dwelled inside the shrine....near to God himself... I dont know how long I stayed there dreaming and thinking.... I felt content and happy... I knew that I was 'living' and I will not regret in my life.
After a short nap in the afternoon, we went for a stroll in the evening. I could hear the bhajans being played from temples on either sides of the paddy field. Wehad a bautiful space to move to- The Longest River in Kerala, Nila... We were navigating to her banks... Her sand beds were surviving the cruelity of human greed. She was still beautiful....I felt as if I were near a soul mate of mine, who survived a deep wound in her heart.. But I had no words to console her... For I had lost many things I had treasured in my life...and I believe, that you and me have none other than our shadow to follow us....
I was sheltered under the star-lit sky. I had no time to dream crazy....I was asleep once again for a morning to wake me up.... I was on my way back, I had to leave behind beauty of life behind, I had to move on....
Pom pom.... I saw the bus rush towards me to take me back to the world that I cannot live without, unfortunately...