They say travel is glamorous only in retrospect. Maybe so. Because we rush doing things in the present that the actual experience is invariably recollected and nourished only. But what if we are able to retrospect in the middle of the travel!
I had been to a four day trip to Kerala, when things were not really looking up with respect to my daily life. It was Day2 in the Kondai Lip resort. Let me give a description of the place to you. It is something of an island, a few cottages surrounded by backwaters on all sides. A pond right in front of our room and benches along its brim.
I really needed time alone and was looking out for a spot to settle down. Cottage porch- strike out; pond benches – strike out (they were wet); dining area – strike out; I finally settled on a slanting coconut tree after checking for bugs.
When I was staring at the full moon and thinking of the ways of the universe, Sarayu came along and volunteered to narrow it down for me. It was pitch dark and I was already seeing mirages. We slowly started talking. First, it was the plops of fish, then the croak of frogs. Then we saw men in dhothis rowing boats, a bevy of swans and then that pink flamingo, gracefully standing with one leg up in the waters, patiently waiting to pick its meal. Or maybe it wanted some alone time, just like I did? Not really sure.
A little ahead of the canal was a strip of land lined with trees. I was trying to figure out the tallest tree. She said the farthest, but I thought that could be parallax error. And then further ahead was this mansion… her mansion. A house flanked by tall coconut trees, I think it was the backside facing the waters. You enter through the front which connects to the road, maybe has a car park. As you cross the living room there is a spiral staircase winding up. You take it and reach the master bedroom. Shall I say, the master mattress room, more likely. It is a room that has been plush-carpeted and nil-furnished; where you can lie down with a book or have a chat over a coffee, facing the canal behind. Music in low volume would have been really nice.
“What’s the time? Oops… its 2 already.” “I think we should go in and catch some sleep… atleast for tomorrow’s sakes.” And all the visions vanished in thin air, as we trailed back to our room.
– Until next,