After going to The Chottanikkara Temple, we had dinner from a hotel. The place was almost deserted. Only one car remained in the parking lot. By the time we drove off, waving good bye to two half sleepy watchmen, the watch on my wrist said 10.30. End of another day.
Today’s travel took us to Changanassery and sent me 16 years back in time. In those days my grandparents used to live in a house very near to the Changanassery Temple and we used to visit them during vacation. Those were golden days of my life. We sold off our home back in 94 and after 15 years our old home has been demolished by the current owner to make room for his new House. End of a Home that gave me some memorable moments.
It was raining heavily that evening and the small umbrella that I had was not big enough to protect me from the heavy downpour. I was not complaining. After 3 months of summer heat, I was enjoying the rain. Monsoon has a weird beauty that make you smile even if you are drenched from head to toe. But I fear, for sometime in not so distant future, we may have to bid good bye to the Monsoon as we know it. I hope it happens after my lifetime.
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She is Durga. My Little Sister.
Done in Artrage 3.
