Ok, before I ramble on in my own unstoppable style about the beaches of Goa (and man, can you ramble on when you were acompanied by cool canadians, germans who secretly wanted to be Italian, and generic resort staff) i'm going to ramble on in my own unstoppable style about my totally mystic moment today.
Yes, today's blog is actually about today, I know, crazy. I flew from mumbai to Coimbatur on a lovely flight that had a valentine's day, umm, air-auction. I slept right through the thing, but you apparantly bid against fellow passengers for loverly jewellery and memory sticks and stuff. I then get the rickety clickety train from Coimbatur to Palakkad, or Palghat, depending on who is spelling it.
It was really very magical. The mountains to one side spouted out, we steamrolled into the setting sun, the sky was red... and I was on my way home. In that weird spiritual sense. Because, as we all know, I'm half indian, and the indian half comes from, as far as I can gather, this one little village in Palakkad called Vatakkanthran. And in this one little village lived my grandfather's brother's wife, and she is a really wonderful woman.
The sheer level of positive energy (yes, I spent a while in Goan beaches talking to yogi-types) and enthusiasm just bursting from her was... it made me beam. She is 84, and so of course I was "just a baby" to her. We chatted for a good long while, and the entire time I had the most wonderful feeling of having struck off one of those "to dos" that i made when heading out on this trip. Heading into the middle of Kerala to meet my ... I'm going to call her a granny ... granny has been one of the highlights of this trip. A key note, or centre piece, if you will.
It was very emotional, and I was very close to happy tears when I completed one part of my odyssey, wearily adventuring into the ancestral village, to found such a lovely person living there.
Ok, so i've done gone written a little poem about the experience... only it isn't quite finished!
Those of you who like poetic stuff should be constantly visiting this site, and telling all their friends about it, and sending me money. That last one is really important.
Happy Valentine's Day Gang!!!
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On a sadder note, my condolences to Tanya and her family. I've just read that her father passed away recently, and she has rushed back to Canada. As i've already written, Tanya is a wonderful person, and her father must have been a remarkable man to bring such a woman into the world.
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