... scribbles...

Early morning it is and on my phone there is hardly any balance. Call me extravagant or one with no foresight- top up the phone and forget tomorrow, call people whom you don’t even want to talk to and finally sit back, and be the cheapskate in front of people whom you really should be calling. Missed calls, blank texts, ‘call me’ texts!! Heights of embarrassment!!! Get a postpaid!!! Lavish me, I can’t let the telecom company take away my property!!!!

Oh my Chai Chaiwala Bhiswajith Gosh!! You write about the Shornur-Nilambur train. Very good!!!! But do you know, that train is easily the most beautiful stretch of railways in the South? Just as one finishes the hot hot pazhamporis and the frothy, tangy buttermilk that Shornur station is so famous for, one passes the paddy fields and the mangrove forests and into the heard of Mallapuram we go. The rain has spoken volumes in the landscape and the myriad smells of self-reflection come wafting by, almost like the mustiness of the damp wooden berths. After an hour or so, one reaches Nilambur. How I wish RKNarayan had seen the station! the little crowd gets down and walk past potted plants and into the little road in the midst of the rubber plantation that surrounds the station. One takes a very cheap auto to the town, where old shops with tiled roofs and smelling of old age and suppressed memories sell toffees imported from the Gulf. There is a little traffic of vehicles constan...

He sits far far away, among the misty hills, where the spring  has melted  the snow , and here I am, near the sea, with the full of force of summer sun shining onto me with all its glory. And in love we are, and the distance is of no matter, for it goes as deep as my sea and as high as his mountains, and in love we are. Through all the silences, we seek each other and in the darkness of the night, we feel the light of each other. the distance between us no longer means anything, for we are in love..

one thinks that to be awake at dawn is the most beautiful feeling and that everything is most serene at that point.But I think that to go to bed early and to wake up at 2 the morning, it's just a splendid feeling. the dawn and a new day is still being made in the wraps and everything is full of mysteries. the clouds floating across a pale moon and trees silhouetted against the grey sky... the joys of waking up at an ungodly hour........