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Brighter shades of grey

I am back in rain-washed Kochi, amid the greenery and the cheeping squirrels in the morning  and the crickets at night.

Putting my foot up and enjoying the solitude of having the space all by myself is a luxury that I take with mixed feelings. I enjoy my me -time and also realize that each time I go back there may be lesser people waiting at home.... Yet I wanted to travel, leave the place that is so full of memories that pulls me back to a vortex of pain in my heart.
 Rains in Kochi has made it lush - However, the met dept in it's usual panache declared that the monsoon has dried up this year , and just to show that no one can predict nature - it rained the night and the day.
 I sat with my cup of coffee in the veranda enjoying the early morning- all grey with the splash of the puddles and splish- splashes as a group of school children deliberately jumped in and out to splatter the mud - their colorful umbrellas and peals of laughter brightening up the grey morning.
Mornings are for connecting with Bhaskar and Chibu , though Chibu can be notorious for not texting or messaging about his whereabouts - This morning however he decided to be considerate and texted a message from a place called Tosh where he is trekking with his friends. The three of us are literally in three corners - me in extreme south , Bhaskar in east and Chibu in north.  How the trajectory of life changes - the order and thesemblance and with that the equations ........
And then one of the children splashing in the puddle looked up - the umbrella tilted, uniform specked with mud and the eyes shining with pure joy - made me realize the preciousness of now - doing what you want to , living up and enjoying the priceless moments that  will never come back again. And I smiled back from my heart and with my eyes :)

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  1. Abhishikta15 July 2015 at 11:24

    Leeetil mercies :)

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    1. amrita16 July 2015 at 08:05

      I live for these and die a thousand deaths when they are missing :)

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  2. sesherkabita15 July 2015 at 13:00

    Coffee & rain together a good combo Amrita! An entertaining column -- keep it up!😄

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  3. sesherkabita15 July 2015 at 13:00

    Coffee & rain together a good combo Amrita! An entertaining column -- keep it up!😄

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    1. amrita16 July 2015 at 08:04

      Thank you for visiting my page and being a part of my musings :)

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