VILLAGE TRIP CURTAIN RAISER

OCTOBER 23
I TURN 25 YEARS OLD; WE LEAVE BY THE 5:30 BUS TO MANGLORE,KARNATAKA.

OCTOBER 24
11:30 HOURS
WE ARRIVE:I AND THUNDERMAN.
WE DO NOT KISS THE NATIVE SOIL.
OUR DESTINATION, TO MY UNCLE'S PLACE AT SHIRIYA, KERALA.

OCTOBER 26
12: 30 HOURS
TRAVEL TO ULLAL, MANGLORE TO MEET MY GRANDMA. THE WELL SWELLS WITH WATER, THE FALLEN BANYAN TREE LIES HUGE, BROKEN AND SCATTERED.

OCTOBER 27
BACK TO SHIRIYA,LOCATED 10O METRES FROM THE SEA SHORE.

OCTOBER 29
18:30 HOURS
BACK AT GRANDMA'S PLACE

OCTOBER 31
17:10 HOURS
A SHAVE AND A HAIRCUT AT THE OLD VILLAGE BARBER SHOP. WE TALK, AND THE BARBER REMEMBERS MY GRANDFATHER AND MY UNCLES BEING HIS CUSTOMERS.

NOVEMBER 1
14:40 HOURS
WE CATCH THE TRAIN, TRAIN JOURNEYS ARE WONDERFUL. EXTRA LUGGAGE: 25 COCONUTS IN A GUNNY BAG AND LITRES OF COCONUT OIL.

NOVEMBER 2
6:30 AM
WE HURRIEDLY ALIGHT AT PANVEL, MUMBAI AND BOARD A STATE TRANSPORT BUS TO PUNE.

9:35 AM
WE ARE IN A TRAFFIC JAM. LOTS OF SMOKE, HONKING HORNS, A RUNNING AUTO METER. JUST LIKE "HOME"?

From tranquil stagnancy to self destruction

Hello to anybody out there who reads my posts.
It is very hard to believe anyone reads these pages, just as hard it is to believe that life exists outside our planet.
Welcoming me from the village trip to Pune today morning, was Carbon Monoxide. Felt it in my breath again, stranded in the traffic, the auto meter snapping at my purse all the time.
Travelogue dairies shall follow.
Goodbye till then....