On love...

Don't go far off... by Pablo Neruda

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

This post is dedicated to all who step up and show they care......

Underneath the Mango trees

By the time Christmas holidays is over and the New Year begins I would be eagerly waiting for the summer holidays to begin. Schools in Kerala close only by March end and the teachers are usually busy trying to finish the syllabus before the annual exams. This was not an issue for me as our school had this policy of all pass till 10th grade and I never felt any reason to study for the finals. There was no report card for the final exams. There was just a fail or pass to the next grade posted on the school notice board. One has to be a really bad student not to get promoted to the next grade. It was almost impossible to fail. In the 6 years that I spent in that school I don’t ever remember going and checking the promotion list.

Once the summer holidays starts there was no holding back. It was just fun and more fun for the next two month. It was also a time for visits and stay at my mums and her sister’s house. These home stays always ended in movies and dining out. Of course it was also the Mango season. We woke up to the smell of mangoes. Mum would have gone and picked up basketful of Mangoes.

We had lots of mango trees…..Neelum, Mulgova,Sungari,Thenmavi,Komanga, Nattumanga,Muvandan and Prior (the best of best). We used to run from one mango tree to other collecting fresh mangoes that would keep falling all day. It was like a mango shower. We also had lots of pazhamanga curry (my favorite and my mum makes it best), fish and mango combinations and of course raw mangoes were eaten with salt and chilli powder. It was the best of times.... underneath the Mango trees.

Big Sur

This does look like magic.. Would like to visit someday.

heart broken..

Even a Cell has a heart!!

I would love to walk..

My geography of Bay Area is really poor. Not that I am good in geography otherwise. But I regret that after living in Bay area for more than two years I still haven't seen most places both near and far. These days when I hear about any City in Bay area or California I try to check it out in the Map. Incidentally I learned about Lake Elizabeth in Fremont. Quite Picturesque (Yes , I have seen only the pictures but I would love to walk around the lake one day with a bunch of flowers in my hand.. ) talk about wishes..

Wishes are meant for you to ponder, they pass along to someone in need, or can be kept all to ourselves. Wishes are sincere in belief that all our hopes and dreams are within reach. ..Melissa in Poetry America.

The pain..

A mighty pain to love it is,
And 'tis a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain."

Abraham Cowley

The connection..

Some links are never broken like the one you have with the place you grew up. But how do you connect with a place when you are so far away. My answer to that has been Kerala Blog roll. What ever I need to know whether on the latest movie reviews to what is happening in Kerala politics I track it here and I know I am in touch with the latest. I hardly have 30 posts in here but I visit my blog everyday to link myself to Kerala Blog roll. Some things just grow on you..

Wounds

It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, (protecting its sanity), covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But, it is never gone.... Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy


I am not sure why this quote came to my mind today!! But I thought let me post it.

Purple flowers, Parle biscuits and Sundari mango

She lived in the big house with the old door that creaked so bad it disturbed the afternoon siesta of people living five house from theirs. The hideous concrete fence around her house was lined with mango and coconut trees and pepper vines. During the summer the mangoes were ready for picking and tasted like heaven. Sundari Mango had the most beautiful fruit and blushing cheeks like a bride and till you bit into it you never knew how sour it was. Even the wayward kids from the neighborhood, who had nothing to do but stone every Mango tree on that lane, spared Suandari. The garden had a small creeper with purple flowers and yellow berries. Its fragrance always reminding her of Parle biscuits inside the yellow and red wrapper that her dad got from the corner shop. Nobody cared for the creeper except the little girl.But they grew wild and fast just like her. While her mother tended to the bright red roses and father trimmed the bougainvilleas she walked around the small garden smelling the purple flowers.Yesterday I met the little girl,she was still searching for that fragrance sorting through Nina Ricci, Chanel and D&G