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The solitude, the sea and a bit of me .......

The sea, the sea: our ally and friend"
The seascape drawing us in
In triumph, two sweethearts together
".Creating Minstrels in the sand. 
    Coming back to Kochi again and again.....
Bhaskar complained I might as well stay back in Kochi and settle here! 
It's kind of my escape from the hustle and the bustle...Though the solo teaching can be a bit tiresome at times , but by now I quite like it! The bouquets and the brickbats- all mine! 
Of course I had to complete my pilgrim's progress and visit the sea ! Vypin was serene and there was just me and a couple at a distance enjoying their private time together , and we deliberately did not encroach upon each others space ......Couples always try to find their private space even in a crowd with a hundred prying eyes stripping them into pieces! It  makes me smile to see them enjoying their own world....Were we like that too?
It was so long ago ........  
                 Kolkata is having it's share of torrential rains
as the city is getting ready for the poojas! 
Wonder how "Mainak" is coping up...One of the colorful personalities will be missed this time ! The unpredictability of life ......
But then festivities carry on, and  so does life!
 Life is like the infiniteness of the sea, the waves that crash and  recede ....Like the yesterdays and todays ......who has seen tomorrow really?

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  1. Abhishikta21 August 2013 at 06:10

    i like the color differences and everything here. and somehow this time i have started to like the south as well. chennai express!
    but its home calling now. the phone needs the city. the city needs you :)

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  2. amrita21 August 2013 at 06:17

    Kerala is nice ....and I manage despite the language ...aiye aiye aiye :P And yes...phone needs city ..I need some more peace :P !

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