I love to
travel, meet people, see new places and fill myself with the freshness and love
of Mother Nature. Though how far I go and how wonderful I feel there is always an
ach inside me, a pull that disturbs me in my travels, the longing for something
that I left behind, my home. Now I am really far from there, it’s not a
pleasure trip but one to get a steady foot in life and so I reached the land of
the Delmon civilization a year back. Hot and humid days in this sandy land make
me wish often that I shouldn't have left home. How can a mild hearted tropical creature like me from the wet green lands of Kerala survive in this
dusty island of palm trees. It is the memories at home that fuel me to
withstand the blazing sun above and the boiling sand underneath.
Radiating
calmness both in body and soul like an elderly abbot the vast sea surrounds me
here, calm Sea and bright mornings were not something that I was used to. I was
born in a village covered with plenty of coconut tree umbrellas, muddy fields
and the sea not far either. Unlike that I see in Bahrain the water there has
the mind of a teenager, arrogant yet full of life. It smashes hard on the rocks
again and again trying to get freed from the man built boundaries and thus
adding a hint of adventure to whomever care to stare.
I miss my
land and the smell of the breeze that pats her all day long. The sense of smell
is a wonderful sensation that can take you to realm of nostalgia. All you have
to do is close your eyes and let it into your lungs through your nose; it pokes
the brain and drags out the memories that are buried deep within. It’s often
the good ones that are awaked in me, when I smell the air as few drops of water
wets the thirsty sand; it take me to my childhood memory were I rest in the coconut
tree shades all exhausted, praying at the dark clouds floating far away to sink
the summer sun in their depths. Early morning sun heats the air and gives a
unique fragrance, which reminds me of my mother’s face waking me up from my
bed. It’s the smell that takes me back to my home and brings a smile to my face
even when my eyes say I am far away.
PS: This post is written for a contest in indiblogger 'Smelly to Smiley!' by Ambi Pur.
"All you have to do is close your eyes and let it into your lungs through your nose; it pokes the brain and drags out the memories that are buried deep within." That was such a refreshingly direct way to put it all in one sentence! Good luck for the contest!
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I can relate...miss daivathinte swantham naadu.
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