It took a long time for me to revisit my Sister. All in a hurry, I travelled to her home last week. My father-in-law’s home at Ayroor is on the way to my Sister’s home. Both these places are similar for the tranquil atmosphere: abundant water, green surroundings and country roads … they offer lots of joy to me. Couple of days in that environment can recharge my life for days back home.
The traditional lamps that are no longer lit stands as an object of interior decoration. The wooden callers too stand as an object of decoration. Back in the olden days, all the wooden cellars were filled with grains, fruits and coconut oil. These cellars protected the produce from thieves and rodents. (Those were the days when men never made poisons for rodents. They only contained them or tried to live with them!)
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The Rambutan fruit trees at Ayroor are not so ancient. It is said that a friend of my father-in-law brought a sapling of rambutan from Malaya and gave it to him. Then it took root to spread beyond Ayroor. Once ripened the Rambutan turns bright red from green and it is a spiny fruit. These fully loaded trees with bright fruits attract lots of birds and squirrels.
I met a smart young Labrador retriever Monica at my Sister’s home. Monica is obedient and loving. |
She looked slightly overfed and pampered. Her kennel was a little away from the house. When it was time for feeding, she would pick her feeding-plate on her own and comes running home.
I also wanted to make friends with all of them. However, they kept staring at me telling me to keep off !!
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Country roads, take me home…
I was the wind last night- I vaulted the mountains and crossed seven rivers. And turned aside the tall trees guarding the valley. I caught glimpses of you through the window. As I wandered around the little stone house, They would not let me in; too cold a wind! I hung around listlessly, afraid to call too loud. Then like a weary man limped homewards over the sleeping mountains.When will I learn the secret of stillness?
(Ruskin Bond)
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I also wanted to make friends with all of them. However, they kept staring at me telling me to keep off !!
I was the wind last night-
I vaulted the mountains and crossed seven rivers.
And turned aside the tall trees guarding the valley.
I caught glimpses of you through the window.
As I wandered around the little stone house,
They would not let me in; too cold a wind!
I hung around listlessly, afraid to call too loud.
Then like a weary man limped homewards over the sleeping mountains.
When will I learn the secret of stillness?
(Ruskin Bond)
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2 comments:
Monica's photo with feeding plate is interesting and touching.I felt myself as a part of your journey.
What a lovely home and journey. It is very reassuring to see that people are restoring their old homes even while ugly buildings/flats are multiplying. The quality of life in these homes must be marvelous....love the country roads and the lines from Ruskin Bond. Susan
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