thiruvananthapuram

When the boats are at shore, they seem so out of place. The right place for this timber is when it rides the harsh waves of the sea with ease.

It is quite a sight to look at the boats that are raring to go. Ready, girding their loins, just besides the sea.

But do you realise, the long voyages that are made at sea are actually longer voyages. For they are made in the minds of the voyagers first. Then at land, where the boats are built.

When the boats aren’t built well and the mind doesn’t imagine broad enough, voyages don’t happen as well as they could have.

What voyages are you on? How far have you traveled in your mind? And by the way, how strong is your boat?

(at Thiruvananthapuram – Trivandrum City)

A picturesque boat house is best complemented by a an awesome boat. The awesome boat by a super estuary. The estuary by the island. The island by its people. The people by their smiles.

And it goes on.

It’s never just one thing that makes all the difference. It’s in the coming together that magic emerges. Every moment suddenly unfurls itself, dusts off any slumber and emerges in its glory, on the coming together!

That’s exactly what happens in teams as well. There is a difference between a team made of champs and a champion team!

Coming together makes all the difference! Coming together means saying more ‘WE’ and less ‘I’. Try.

(at Poovar Island Resort-Kerala)

“Thats a pretty gangway”, I tell the boatman who doesn’t seem to care. He gazes into the land ahead. He has to do a few more trips and get people to this part of the island.

He docks the boat with great care and elegance. The inviting gangway helps us leap out to land from the infirm rocking of the estuary. People who stand on the gangway, take our place in the boat. They have all kinds of expressions on their faces.

The gangway is a unique place. It has stories of both joy and sadness. The breathless joy of arrival left at lurch by a strange vagueness of departure.

Hellos and goodbyes are always rich in emotion. There are tears that remain and tears that lurch. In expectation of what is to come or all that gets left behind.

And gangways, they host them all. They ought to be beautiful. 🙂

When it rains it pours. At times you catch the rain because it leaves an imprint on itself. Or at least what was part of of itself.
As the rain pelted the roof with shower, the water ran off from a corner of the roof. A mini waterfall of sorts.

The rain didn’t care or pause. And as one more sharp drop landed on rain water that was running away, it created a small puddle. A dynamic puddle if you will.
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