“God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers, and clouds and stars.” – Martin Luther King
On a mid-monsoon morning, the wispy clouds powdered across the sky, draw out designs of divinity over the glimmering river Kali. The gracious trees bow and behold the sight in reverence, as if becoming one with this symphony rendered by the heavens above.
The large tree under which we sit, relishing this spectacle put together by nature, nods its head in agreement. It roots for the smaller tree whose branches lie sprawled, reaching out to the river Kali, asking her to sway to its tune. But Kali refuses petulantly and continues to flow in all its placid glory.
– By the River of Kali, Dandeli, Karnataka I sat down and smiled.
This post is written for Parul’s lovely prompt #ThursdayTreeLove.
Early this month I took a trip to Goa with my bestie. She has a little Enid Blytonish pad, beautifully furnished with immaculate whites, where we spent three dreamy days. It was my first girlie trip. Having heard so much about all the fun girls have when they go on the much talked about “girlie trips”, this was a much-anticipated one. We had planned to do this for a while, but you know sometimes plans have a way of crashing mid-flight, or the flight never takes off. But this time we resolved to not to dilly-dally any further and take the plunge.
My mother and I share a bond which is about 45 years long (including my time in her womb). Well, I gave away my age, but listen up folks, “Age is just a number.” *Cheesy Grin* knowing that one’s such a cliché. Well back to this little Ode for my Mommy Dearest. Ma and I are like chalk and cheese in many a ways. Yet my core values are a reflection of her. We love each other to the moon and back, yet we can’t live too long without squabbling and sulking. Ma has been my rock solid pillar, my shield, my armour in the roughest of moments. And believe you me the one thing I can vouch about her blindly is that her instincts are never ever wrong. I may have argued and dismissed them off, but they were always true to the T. With each passing year I have started appreciating and acknowledging her for these intuitive powers, as the youthful rush of blood wore off me.
Aloha! I wrote this post during my travels but due to poor connectivity was unable to post it. Do pardon the tardiness. I’m now back from my break and will be returning to my regular blogging schedule.
Journey Down Memory Lane: #AtoZ Challenge Reflections 2017
5 April, 2017, Morjim beach, Goa, India
I’m cooling my heels at Morjim’s black, sandy beach, Pinacolada on one side and a plate overflowing with the fresh morning catch of jumbo fried Pomfret, salad and some fries on the other. The balmy breeze is caressing my skin, and the sea is roaring a sensuous song. Reclining on a comfy beach chair, I gaze at the sea, and then back at my Pages file and the jumbo Pomfret (what were these guys thinking when they rustled this up for me!) and I’m totally one with the moment. I haven’t been on a solo holiday ever. It’s my first time, and I think it’s a great thing to do and every one should. I’ve been in Goa since yesterday. My bestie, soul sister and partner in crime joins me later today.