Mountain gods with their gentle songs...

This picture was taken circa 1990 when the mountain gods (the western ghats) with their gentle song were all we could see everywhere we looked. Check out the mud bound road and the half-saree clad higher secondary students (akkas then)... life was amazing here, it took me years to realise that.

Here I am at one of the mountains thirty years later, just soaking in nature and contemplating how far I've come from that little girl who hated this village and couldn't wait to leave. Life always surprises you in the most beautiful of ways when you learn to go with the flow. You may not get the view you were hoping for, but you will be rendered speechless by the view that awaits you, it will be something you never thought could exist and yet here you are... reveling at how the universe has always got your back.

This is one of the pristine beaches back home... the sun on one side, moon on the other.

I sit here typing all this as the rains fall outside while I sip on warm tea from this heartwarming gift (the PhD cup) from Sarah, who knows me right from the time I set foot in the little village, at the tip of the Indian Peninsular where oceans meet like melting dreams. Sarah used to sit behind me in the fifth grade and now whenever we meet up it's like going back in time. From the double braided ten-year-old girls, we've sure come a long way. Last week we went to a neighbouring village and here are a few pictures...

The beautiful western ghats... our gentle sentinels.

A canal in one of the surrounding villages...

Bovine company

Rubber plantation

The village river...

Sarah gave me another cup with the wordings: I disappear into books, what's your superpower?

Whatever may be your superpower, let it be based on love and let it transform you.

Comments

Fredjeev said…

That road, those compounded walls where people could live like they never needed the other, these days to realize no one knows the other... we all travel back to those roads again

9:41 PM

Dina Roberts said…

I love the book mug. I really think that IS a super power.

Beautiful photos!

9:07 PM

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