Face the sun and the shadow falls behind !

Solo time , solo travel, bonding with unknown people, traveling with a hurried backpack - my time for all that is coming to a close.
I really don't know when I shall do it again or if at all I shall do it again, cos my knees are reminding me of father time and the pain is becoming chronically nagging at times.
Bhaskar exclaimed at my Munnar trip - for braving the hairpin bends on a mountain road on my own just to be there ....
Of course Kerala is always the balm to my city-stressed soul in more ways than one. It gives me the freedom to explore and delve within, something I never do when I am back home. I am always on the run with life , work , people, dust , Facebook, Whatsapp that I forget to stop for a while. I woke up early today to catch the sky breaking into hues of orange amid the rows of the coconut trees. Two woodpeckers screeching apart the tranquil morning and the squirrels somersaulting on the pole wires. Idyllic !!!
Last year around this time I traveled back from Kochi, and the turmoil in my life began with Baba falling sick and moving on to another world. This year has not been good to me in many ways , like it hasn't been to others like me. The intensity of loss differs, but a loss is a loss.

And Debika, my childhood friend said " 2015 ta ke pechone lathi mere bhagate hobe!!"-The catch phrase for the 31st do !
And on that afternoon in Thekkedy I watched the raindrops on the Periyar, like little specks of diamonds on the still water.

And I thought of the song, "Someday when my crying stops, I'll wear a smile and follow the sun ....." and maybe it is time for me to do that ....Take me home, country roads !!!!
It's time to face the sun and the shadow will fall behind.
B+
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The road may be narrow and dark

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