The simplest foods change the mood inside the mind. Bring alive memories. And sometimes make you long to come back for good. The food pipe is the best route on the map of life! ..
Oh. What I not do for Idli vada?
(at Bangalore, India)
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There’s something magical about the ocean. She kisses the shore endlessly, even when sent away. Her waves are calm one moment, terrifying the next. Yet, she never fails to soothe a restless soul.
Add to this the South China Sea at sunset—hues so breathtaking they need no filter. The sky and sea meet in a silent embrace, as if sharing secrets. It’s a moment that captures the ocean’s timeless charm: her power, her grace, and her quiet promise to amaze, always. Sometimes, all it takes is a glance at her to find peace.
(at Kota Kinabalu)
It takes a whole lot more to ask, than what seems apparent. A whole lot more!
To swallow pride to be able to ask for something to eat, is a thought thats difficult for me to digest. But that is the grim reality of several lives.
We wilfully turn our eyes off. Then we automatically go blind with our eyes open. Then the brain goes numb that we stop feeling in the quest of something more important. Finally, we stop caring.
Maybe we should pause and ponder what all we miss seeing with eyes wide open. Maybe thats something we should go around asking for.
We are prisoners of our minds. Of our biases. The unconscious ones especially. The trouble with those is that we think we are truly free. We don’t recognise our prison term.
Freedom comes long after recognition of the world in the prison and the truth that lies beyond.
That recognition comes from open conversation with diverse people.
It comes from cultivating friendships across the spectrum.
And of course, it comes from travel.
Do pack your bags and go somewhere. You’ll shed some baggage you didn’t remember packing.
#freedom #travel #eyes #journeys #traveller #travelblogging #travelblogger #India #Goa #fort #prison #jail #neweyes #baggage #bags # (at Aguda Fort, GOA)
Now, you are either taking umbrage or laughing away at the nadirs of emptiness in the mind that i have reached. hmm Well, seriously… Take a look at this.
Here are whats called ‘murukku‘ in Tamil territory.
Not much technology here. Infact, age old recipe. Plain old flour coming from grain, going through different moulds to create basic designs. Of course, deep fried in oil or sometimes in mouth watering ghee !
There you go. Petals. Whorls. Plain surfaces. Labyrinthine mazes. A sight to the eye. All hoarding calories like a glutton engulfed with additional greed !
Invariably its the eye that spots these. The whorls and patterns draw the eye like parched land to rain !
The mind and imagination then kick in their work. The imagined taste of each of these awaken the slumber of hidden taste buds resting in the tongue.
The ears hear the crackle of the ‘murukku’ against the teeth, the melting of the ghee and the after taste after the murukku is long gone into the deepest recesses of the tyre !
( Yes, the mind allows thinking of the tyre to seep in only after the snack sinks into the alimentary canal ) !
And even as the mind is thinking of all of this, the eyes induce the hands to declare independence. The wallet comes out and in a while the rest of the world hears the crackle : the crackle of the murukku as the teeth work on them !
The rest is history !
Ah ! The eyes !