a Wistful Desire

I still have not got over completely the fact that i am miles away from the southern most tip of India,away from the monsoons.A wistful desire to return back in thoughts..

Thoughts always binds me to the land where i belong to.Steamed up memories or tied up memories.
I remember reading this that "Memories and emotions are all tied up. The more strongly you feel about a situation influences how you remember it" .Keep the wonderful memories and keep moving on..

The richness of life lies in the memories that we have forgotten..Cesare Pavese

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The monsoons that followed me .....

A drizzle and then a heavy down pour for minutes as i sat to write this..That's me and monsoons!

The Monsoons never lost their way this time..and no wind could change its direction this time.It rained and rained and rained,till our heart and minds were full..how soothing was the nonstop rain and the nonstop rain songs in FM.

I always stepped out with my umbrella ..and in between a little prayer goes out to the people where severe erosion and floods happened!

how wonderful was it if we could travel back in time...childhood memories

dipping in nostalgia

the grace of the violets

always with an umbrella

some morning tea

to eat 

books ,the place,the wetness still remains

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