I guess the only time I can sit down and blog ( not that i do it standin otherwise.. ;) .. ) is when i hear the sound of rain.. I think I was concieved on a rainy day.. There is this stubborn streak in my DNA that rejoices at the smell, the feel, the taste and the sound of rain..
In Mangalore now, home. But the journey here was nothing short of a nightmare, what with the flight landing in Cochin and travelling from there on a 16 hour bus journey sitting over the rear tyres of the bus.. I have a healthy respect for the wads of tyres on my own hips now...
As always... Mangalore is green, beautiful, charming and very very dangerous. The roads are a killer.. But I will not go into the downside of home.. for now.. the heart sings and all is well with the world... to a frog... her well is paradise... n so be it!
