To begin with, it took two hours to just get out of Bangalore. Apparently the traffic wasn’t too much because it was a Saturday morning. I take Karan’s word for that. Then we moved through Mysore and Bandipur towards Kalpetta, the capital of Wayanad. While some patches of the jungle and Kalpetta itself had horrible roads, the rest of the journey was smooth and a lot of fun. There was also a patch somewhere in the middle where on both sides of the road there are marigold fields. Bright orange marigolds! I made Karan stop the car for a bit because I could certainly not get enough of the orange. It’s my favourite colour these days. The air too was filled with wonderful fragrance. Orgasmic? Is that how things get described often? Yes, that was the feeling.
I climbed further up and found a small rock to park myself on. It was me and a vulture sounding a sound that wasn’t noise in that atmosphere.
Neither of us wanted to leave that place because next stop was Bangalore. We had not had enough. But I guess that’s the best feeling to leave a place with, isn’t it? Wanting more.
We browsed through some school photographs, talked about the times that were and the years that have passed. 15 years of knowing each other. The love, the respect, and the understanding remain intact even though we see each other only once in a couple of years.
To all the people who think that you're closed and do not display emotion – they must read this.Am so glad you finally got out and went – seems like a blast of an extended weekend.One more of those posts which made me smile all through the read 🙂
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Felt SO good to read it. Almost felt like I took another extended weekend in my mind through your blog 🙂 I'm glad you took time out and did a trip like this one. Kudos to using your freedom to do the things you really want to do.
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Priyam,:-) Thanks for this comment.Avan,I'm happpyy! 🙂
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Love u for such a nice write up. Reading it I re experienced the complete weekend.Thanks for dropping by
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Karan,It was a pleasure. 🙂
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