I went to Kottayam. That was one of those trips you’d forget. Me and my fearless friend Nithin went all the way from Mysore to Kottayam in a (very conditioned) Splendor. The ride was crazy. We had to stop every 50 kms for our very own bike to cool down. 50 kms in a 440 km ride was 8 stops. In the stops, we talked, we ate and we enjoyed the view.
During the whole ride we enjoyed moments of silence which enabled us to get into the depth of nature and feel it in the most sense. Passage through the forest was extremely beautiful. We were treated with respect due to our attire matching with that of policeman (jacket, khakhi pants and shoes) . The bus drivers gave way for us which was an amazing feeling. We felt like a king until a cow crossed the road which didn’t care about our attire and shamefully we had to wait until the bus reached nearby.
HOW MUCH A CUP OF TEA CAN TALK.
Having a cup of tea from varied spots is a different feeling. The vibe of that area can be consumed from the mixing of tea powder and water level. Tea is an emotion. Strong, medium, light, black, sulaimani, podi, tiny, jar, and a lot more varying upon the people of that area. It’s evident that a drink so shared with the people around the tea shop can bring so much influence in the socio economic culture. It’s in a barber shop and tea shop where people come and gossip about the latest news. They share their views and others views as well. It’s a one stop destination to know about the area.
CHAOS FOR THE FLY IS BLESSING FOR THE SPIDER
The highway road which was well maintained and loved by riders was a hideous task for us as we could see our vehicle giving its full power but people around smoothly going around without knowing the blessing been utilized. I realized it’s not a thing that makes us happy but the situation that does the trick. Rain accompanied us by midnight and a hump took my power bank’s life away. We went there to swap the Splendor with the Bullet in the picture 😉
BIRD WATCHING? NAH! MOUTHWATCHING’S MY TYPE 😉
I am not into these kinda stuff but the bird in the picture ( I couldn't get a closer shot. Thus was taken with full zoom from my 70-300) is some important bird (I call it VIB, very imp…). Nikhil, Nithins brother showed me this amazing bird and told me its importance. Honestly I didn’t understand anything other than “migrated bird”. It comes from far distant continents. It’s the knowledge and the story that makes it amazing. Otherwise, it looks like a bird from Mahe river.
It knows no barriers, just spread the wings and fly
It's not so foolish to do so
But our mind restricts to do so
Our mind may be vast
But it may be bounded in certain directions
Teach it what’s right
Or it will convince you its right
All things that’s useful
Can be worthless at some point
JUST SPREAD YOUR WINGS AND FLY
GOODBYES ARE ALWAYS HARD
The naturistic beauty of his place was what I liked the most. The greenery and limited internet connectivity made me away from PUBG. Perfect unpolluted sky could be seen from anywhere. I don’t know it’s the place or the people that made it so special. Their hospitality is superb. Coming back, I sure missed the green paddy fields, but the serenity of Mahe river made me escape it. And just like any normal person with very normal or even short memory in this internet era does, I forgot. And its these photos that make me remember stuff. How limited are we in drawing back (our) memories?