Friday, 1 November 2013

Monsoons at my Hometown

I miss the monsoons at Kerala. Feeling blessed to be born in the land of *Lord Sree Vallabha*.
I miss those days I stood at the big wooden doors facing 'Garuda mada thara' at the entrance of a huge temple wondering whether I should go home in
that heavy rain.. But the environment surrounding me would keep me arrested there for longer time...smell of agarbhati and camphor, People moving about reciting 'narayana namam'. The excitement on the old lady's face as she waits to watch the 'Kadhakali'

The air itself carries an 'Aum mantra' in it. Every breath I take-in would be divine. An unknown presence is there at the nook and corner of the temple compound.
I cherish those moments...