All Things Considered

You can plan and plan a weekend and, yet end up doing something totally different. What was originally meant to be a weekend in town to catch up on pending thoughts & things and a visit to Select turned into a trip outta town. Idle Friday nights, itchy feet, a friend ready to jump onto any sort of bandwagon that you might want to be on is a stupid combination. Whatever.

It was to the Hoysala marvel at Somnathpur, though this post is not about that.. It is about all those things that led up to it. So here -

- That orange innocent-looking morning sun seen rising above cauvery setting fire to the placid water below..

- Those sugarcane fields that flock the long narrow winding road.

- There is something magical about watching sugarcane fields during the flowering season. With the ground fog that still lurks around when the first ray of sun hits the ground and the cloudy apprearence that the carpet of sugarcane flowers create, it looks as if the cane stalks are sandwiched between two swarming clouds.  Ground fog that forms in early winter, sugar fields in flowering season and an early morning winter sunrise is a killer combination. That’s all I’m saying.

- Water bodies with half open lilies lit by the orange-turning-yellow sunlight.

- Two-legged, four-legged & winged creatures out cold early morning - building character :)

- The sound of silence, interrupted only by the creaking sound made by unoiled cycle chains.  Yes, early morning milkmen traffic.

- Tea. There is a distinct taste that firewood adds to tea. I love it.

- The morning jog (Pant, pant..) around the Somnathpur temple to beat the cold while waiting for the temple to open.

- Breakfast: A sugarcane pulled out from the freshly harvested pile on the road side

- That fact that you have to only merely touch a waterpump with your little finger for the fresh cool water to gush through.

An orange gleam here , a splash of green there and a gushing white nearby - That witch called Nature needs to do so very little to create a memory. Or a song.

If you were heading that way last weekend, and saw someone mesmerized by all that spooky nature stuff going on around, not even able to look through a piece of glass and click that shutter release - That loser was me.