Monsoon brings Melancholy
INDIA | Thursday, 29 May 2008 | Views [144] | Comments [3]
I entered my treehouse this afternoon to find a squirrel sitting on my backpack. The cheeky little guy was nibbling through a bag of almonds I had brought from New York -- the last of my food staples brought along for nourishment during the long train rides.
Ali , A.K.A. Alejandra from Mexico, just laughed hysterically at me and the look of amazement across my face. This was our friendship -- always poking fun at each other and having a laugh. We'd gotten quite close, and our friendship has developed the likeness of a sisterly bond since we first met in Goa.
In two weeks of travelling, we had experienced quite some adventure -- such as when we were left stranded on the side of a mountain because our bus driver hit and possibly killed a pedestrian. We had to evacuate with the rest of the locals and stayed behind when there was no room for us on the next bus that came. We just stood there on the side of this mountain in a village where no one spoke a word of English, until we eventually found a rickshaw to take us for the remaining hour and a half of our journey on gravel roads.
Once we got into Kumily, Ali and I decided on a the most adorable treehouse that sat above a sanctuary of a place with a cozy little garden beneath us -- full of hammocks and a dining area; We called this place home.
Bordering the wildlife reserve, we looked onto an open field full of bison, barking deer, and water buffalo as we ate our every meal in this peaceful place. The truth is that I think we stayed longer because the food was so delicious at our place. Banana Pancakes and Vanilla Custard! Veg curries, cardamom tea and mango lassis...mmmmm... just couldn't get enough!
This is what we did before Ali left for Bangalore -- we feasted. Before saying our goodbyes, we enjoyed our ritual of having high tea and dessert after our lunch, then hugged and wished each other a safe journey. It's so hard to say 'goodbye.'
A short while after she left, a bit of the first rain came.
I can feel the monsoon coming.
Now, as I sit here in Fort Cochin in this quiet internet cafe, the monsoon breezes that precede the rains have started. The skies are turning gray and though the gentle breezes are intermittent, the heat is almost debilitating.
I knew it was going to be hot in India at this time -- but I truly had NO idea of what it would feel like to be in constant humidity with the temperature over 115 degrees -- the gauzy long-sleeved tunic that I wear sticks to my skin in the heat, and I do everything I can to stay cool. I felt a bit faint this morning on the bus, but just kept drinking water to quench my thirst. This is tricky, because you have to be careful not to have too much -- for the reason of not being able to find a toilet during your journey!
So, I am in Fort Cochin now...the connecting point to catch my flight up north to Delhi tomorrow.
I am hoping to find a cooler temperature in Northern India, but I hear that Delhi is just as hot at the moment. Delhi is a must...as it's the city central to exploring so many temples and cities in the north and the base for daytrips to the glorious Taj Mahal.
I am hoping that the north will be busier with other travellers, as my loneliness now is palpable...after realizing how deeply I wish I had someone to share this magnificent experience with...
I have pangs of feeling homesick, but remind myself to stay in the 'present' -- as I don't want to miss the uniqueness of everything I encounter. The truth is, I will be home soon enough.
Until then, I hope for the delight in discovering each day as it comes and making new friends along the way...
Namaste
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