a fractured ankle doesn't tie me to a place anymore. perhaps, that comes with being on the road for the last seven months- traveling seems to be second nature.
after ten days of spending quality time with my nephews, watching movies over and over again, and savoring home-cooked food (some dishes I haven't had in years!) I decide to make my way to Kerala.
my first brush with Bangalore traffic and I miss my train by about 5 minutes. determined to not run into traffic again the next day, that very night I, a crutch and a small backpack, take a night bus to Kannur.
fast forward a 10 hour bus ride, and I write this while reclining on a chair lying on a raised platform, in a coconut grove, overlooking the beach, a hundred yards away, the backwaters, closer than that.
I sip on the hot tea that Sanni, the beach house caretaker, made, after an excellent feast of coastal malabar food.
I hear the birds chirping, the roll of the thunder faraway loud and clear, the moans of the ocean as it caresses the sand.
It starts to rain, and I run to take shelter on the wooden day bed in the 'veranda' of my room, tightly clutching my room key on a shell keyring- a little memory from my childhood.
I am thoroughly enjoying this magical moment, where time is standing still. I plan to do just the same.
For the first time in seven months, I toss my watch on the bed.
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