Journey

Every year, the long journey to my native Sirsi is a kind of beautiful poem. 

May be because for around 6 hours, mind gets time to think without digital distractions. And more importantly, I get time to observe without being observed. 

The coconut plantations around Tumkur are yellowing out. The reason is lack of rains this year, compounded by lack of water, I guess.  

But the red bloom throughout the 450 km stretch was like a festival to the eyes. The famous May flower(gul mohar) trees are blooming everwhere. Were these flowers a colonial gift? May be.  

And the road construction work is going in many places between Davanagere and Haveri. We expect the roads to be super smooth, but get super angry when there is maintenance work obstructing  our journey. Our expectations from government is enormous. Look at the irony!

I took a selfie with a statue of laughing Budha near a restaurant. Then realised it looked like a sulky woman next to certainly not laughing Budha. And this sulk looked more like the one on my 80 year grand ma’s face. Sad.