Friday, 6 December 2013

Memories...

Life has been hectic for some time now. There have been umpteen assignments, project submissions and presentations to bother about. Being at an IIM has certainly started to take its toll and mental fatigue has started to set in. It is during moments like these that I get all philosophical. I start reminiscing about the time past by and the things that I really miss in life. May be it is for times like these that W H Davies wrote:
“What is life if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare? ”

So out from my treasure-trove of wonderful memories comes out the images of the times that I spent in my hometown of Perumbavoor in Kerala. I used to commute to work on my bike on a road that criss-crossed the paddy fields. You can see the Cattle-egret (Not sure of the name of the bird) and the cow feeding together- one of the best examples of a symbiotic relationship. On a lucky day, I could even spot a hare jumping across the road. Then there was the famed Kerala monsoon. The sound of the dark clouds rushing in, with a violent thunder, and then, the downpour, this joy is worth more than anything else. I have been drenched from head to toe on many occasions, but the experience lingers on in my mind.



I miss my bike, the joy-rides and the monsoons. But the memories are worth their weight in gold.




(PS: The photo can speak to you. Just listen closely :)  Courtesy: http://www.pikspeak.com)



1 comment:

  1. Yes sometimes memories could be hurting as well because there are good and bad memories both.I can completely understand your attachment with your ex bike.

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