FROSTY FEAST

We hurriedly packed our bags and head started to Kodaikanal. My first ever sleeper bus experience! Not bad I must say. Crawling on to the rear end I let the whiff of the Bangalore weather house into our seats... Oh sleeper I mean! Giggles and a few snobby selfies (all thanks to my unruly rough hair) - we were all set to start off. The wheels hit the roads and vigored in speed sooner than I recall. We fleetly crossed the state border.  The calidity in air seeped into my skin almost choking me and I suffered a claustrophobic ride the rest of the journey. I tucked myself in and forcefully slept until Vinay kissed me morning to the most breathtaking view one could imagine. We were traversing the prolific Ghats that spawned beauty in the strings of tall trees. The aromatic jungle green did breathe a spark of new sunshine. I was glad it was not the normal Thursday morning where I was cajoled in a hundred odd vehicles all in a marathon to reach their workplace in a jolt. Most of them I know (who hurriedly reach office) spend hours day dreaming, looking on to the clear blue sky and sipping hot tea for hours in the building balcony. Irony, I say!

With poison ivy draping the abyssal walls of the villa- the yellows and reds of the blooms did create a delightful vision. The tiny green plants that jeweled the pathway to a heavenly lawn tempted the hell outa me to steal them back home. The first sight of the villa was magnificent. With lush green lawn hanging some of the oldest trees and a blanket of mist swaying its magical bliss- Vinay and me plunged to experience love once again. A first hand charmer- Vinay knew the right place to hook in. If this was not all, the villa housed the most beautiful backyard in the world. At best for me. It daunted the beauty of nature as far as my eyes could see. A small spot of lake far far away and just green every other way. A magical blanket of mist added a Bollywood tinge to my already love soaked eyes. For the first ever time, we had clouds floating beneath and our love swaying above.I wish I could capture that moment with the feeling behind and padlock it for the rest of my life.

The mist that patterned the white and green melodrama every now and then, wallowed in me a feast that I basked in for the rest of the day. The blushing dusk hit a spree of ornate joy freezing my bones and leaving a scar of blestful love in my heart. I savored gallons of pipping hot tea and pigged on a lot of yummy onion pakodas. Guilty belly happy on the tongue....!

We scrolled down a small steep lane from the villa to witness the famous lake. That was beauty dawned with love. We got excited seeing people cycling and decided to try a couple ourselves. A round to compass the lake. By the time I peddled to cover a small stretch of the lake, I lost my enthusiasm and began to abuse vinay for the exhaustive idea. He peddled faster and vanished in the mist.  We stopped and laughed our heads out, caring only our stupidity. The laughs echoed and hit us back. We laughed louder. That moment, I was reassured, we were meant to be together. After all, someone rightly said – louder the laughter, better the relation!

Gangling a faraway land, we tucked out to the Berijam Forrest and lake the next day. A 25 km long drive in the Ghats. One could hardly see the pathway that curled the hills. The mist on the trees that covered a twilight scene in my head haunted my mind for a long while. The driver did mention that the aromas that blended in the air was all of those from the medicinal trees that had rooted deep into the forest soil. It was heavenly.

Oh! Did I forget to mention… this was a trip to mark our first anniversary? We did celebrate the night with vanilla frosted cake, glowing candles and some reckless humming to our fav tunes.

I am glad I’m documenting these memories hard on this space, for I am sure to revisit them time and again!