You…you aren’t perfect but then nor am I. I suppose that in itself must count for something? And if at all I was looking for a sign from the universes combined i’d say tis kismet that got us aligned. I send you my love across time and I harbour no hopes of you being mine but perhaps you shall buy me coffee when you see me next?
My love for all things flawed including me above all ….reflections over a lotus pond@ kumarakom
Ive always welcomed a new day with open arms…call me crazy, call me what you will …but each dawn brings with it an awakening thought…maybe it gathers clarity …maybe it rusts to no return…maybe you sink maybe you sail…or maybe like me you gift yourself another day. You flirt with the sheer insouciance of being, just an ephemeral soul on an endless passage of thought…
…frosted breath on window panes in unknown places …..I saw your face in a crowded place and gifted you a thousand forevers.
Home is where the heart is….at kumarakom
Woke up to the incessant chatter of birds ….well my lovelies I hopes breakfast was good coz mine will have to wait ….. It rains now ….and I am on my third cup of cardamom tea. I like the rains in kumarakom, they are as moody as I am and often make an appearance when ummm none is called for …. But I like their hurried departure even more …. leaving everything soaked with infinite goodness and cheer.
Kumarakom where the gods smile ever so often….
Ever looked back at a journey taken many moons ago and one which you are repeating again? Ever wondered how naive you were then and how silly your fears still are? Ever thought of how you could go back in time and change a few things and predict what was to come? Ever wondered that the trees looked so tall and I so small but now it’s all tame? Ever wondered how strangers would go on to become friends and some friends to fall?
On the way to kumarakom and all that was..is
Poppadom’s here was ambling along on his way home trying to make it in time for lunch…. he didn’t even give me a chance to offer him a chilled beer
It’s the kind of dawn that seeps in slow, filling all crevices with light and life. I venture out taking in huge lungfuls of fresh air …. to life, to love and to the back waters and the small fishing village of kumarakom.