X is back. Beating me in the competition of ‘who can sleep more’ like a boss. So to console myself I pull the sleek wooden chair beside the window, which like a gigantic screen displays the romance of the hills of Munnnar and the clouds .
I come after a long exile into the real world. The view from the room itself is simply amaze. I can’t help my gaze which reflexes to those hills everytime I type a word. I feel that nature might be working some magic out there that I might miss. I want to soak it all in.
This was the first time X and I were the only ones on a trip. It was beyond words. Not only we met after a long long time, but it gave me a much needed recess from the vicious cycle of exams and studies. Most of the important choices I’ve made have been in due consultation with X. I really respect the selfless nature of advice that X gives, where there is every right to be a little selfish. And taking that advice face to face makes me really forget half of the problem. Yes. I meant to say that every time I see X, it like what a wow!
The devotional carnatic music playing in the distance hills reminds me that I am in God’s own country. Indeed. The iconic, never ending, parrot green tea estates which looked extra fresh from the southwest monsoons, the curvy hilly roads and tyres racing past the roadside sounding like rhythm keepers, the persistent rains and the sudden fog and mist, the delusion of being among clouds, the music and the drive, magic of nature and the peace of X’s company.
As once again an airport diverges our paths and X departs. I am hungover already. We leave everytime with optimism by planning when to meet next. But the recurring nature of this optimism makes it pessimistic. But still, I thank God that all’s well till now and hope for the best. I take away lot of hope, positivity, strength and enthusiasm from Kerela. I was running on fumes hitherto. The tea estates were so luring, captivating us at every nook and turn. Everytime it felt that this view is so unique. We would be filled with regret if we carry in without savoring it fully. But those tea estates and their enchanting views never ended. Much like life’s opportunities . Some better than the previous or some waiting to get better with another step. But yes there were some watershed moments too. We have them on camera. Kuch toh philosophy sa ho hi jata hai pahadon aur pedhon mein.
My flight is delayed. This place doesn’t want me to leave. I’ll be back Kerela.