Back then the rain carried with it storms, whistling across the hills- Pleasant to some, Spooky to many. Although, we admired that beautiful evening over our giggles and grins. The shutters were down already at around 21h00 and the streets served as a spectacular base to the thumping droplets. Drizzles are always pleasant than rain. I pressed my nose against the window pane to cherish the view outside. It was dark, and sparkling, and arresting.
I was happy to be spending my time with those 2 wonderful friends of mine at such a magnificent place. The time was right. It was perfect. The place had totally engulfed me in the aura of its beauty and amazement of its simplicity. I rarely feel something so strong about a place or a person.
It was one of the mystic places in the southern India, afterall- Ooty. Well, that was my only reason to admire then. The other one I realised years later.
While I spent my long weekend amidst the exotic valley, down the South, the Eastern India struggled to survive the massive flood that destructed nearly everything in the county.
Unknowingly and unintentionally, there were two unforgettable things that I withdrew from Ooty before leaving, and that I'd never imagine to forget - Old sepia memories and a gifted fragile antique decor to me.
There were two unforgettable things that I came across in the flooded area of Himachal, and still wish to get over- Memories, particularly of a ripped soft toy firmly gripped in the hands of a miserably bruised young girl lying motionless under the debris of dilapidated rocks; and ...Time. There was a strange commotion in the air, and yet an uncomfortable silence, a silence that usually takes place after the ruins.
A daughter there, a daughter here. Someone's happiness there, Someone's happiness here. Some palpitated to see their darling breathe, Some were overwhelmed with life. Some fading dreams, some blooming with every smile. Although, in the space between chuckle and mourn, both desired the Same love, same passion to live a little more, just a little..a little better, a little lot of everything missed and taken for granted.
It is raining bad in the country today. It is one of those moments when merely an event or an object or a person withdraws you from the present moment and throws back into the ocean of memories-The best ones, the worst ones. A massive whirlwind of memories that sink you to the bottom of the sea, and make you reluctant to ever reach the surface.
Wish I could go back in time and relive everything all over again, or perhaps never at all.
I was happy to be spending my time with those 2 wonderful friends of mine at such a magnificent place. The time was right. It was perfect. The place had totally engulfed me in the aura of its beauty and amazement of its simplicity. I rarely feel something so strong about a place or a person.
It was one of the mystic places in the southern India, afterall- Ooty. Well, that was my only reason to admire then. The other one I realised years later.
While I spent my long weekend amidst the exotic valley, down the South, the Eastern India struggled to survive the massive flood that destructed nearly everything in the county.
Unknowingly and unintentionally, there were two unforgettable things that I withdrew from Ooty before leaving, and that I'd never imagine to forget - Old sepia memories and a gifted fragile antique decor to me.
There were two unforgettable things that I came across in the flooded area of Himachal, and still wish to get over- Memories, particularly of a ripped soft toy firmly gripped in the hands of a miserably bruised young girl lying motionless under the debris of dilapidated rocks; and ...Time. There was a strange commotion in the air, and yet an uncomfortable silence, a silence that usually takes place after the ruins.
A daughter there, a daughter here. Someone's happiness there, Someone's happiness here. Some palpitated to see their darling breathe, Some were overwhelmed with life. Some fading dreams, some blooming with every smile. Although, in the space between chuckle and mourn, both desired the Same love, same passion to live a little more, just a little..a little better, a little lot of everything missed and taken for granted.
It is raining bad in the country today. It is one of those moments when merely an event or an object or a person withdraws you from the present moment and throws back into the ocean of memories-The best ones, the worst ones. A massive whirlwind of memories that sink you to the bottom of the sea, and make you reluctant to ever reach the surface.
Wish I could go back in time and relive everything all over again, or perhaps never at all.
