I am back after my Vacation in Kerala. I don't know how the last 5 days went. I reached there on Thursday morning. I had a nice time for the 5 days. I was inside home for most of the time, except for visits to temples and my uncles' homes. My sister's classes are over, so she was also at home, and we all had a nice time chatting.
A concrete wall has been built in the eastern border of our land there. Few trees, on which the Kutturuvan birds used to sit and sing, have been cut and I felt sad.
When I met my grandmother, I felt she suddenly has become very old. Same was the feeling I had when I saw people in my neighbor houses. This feeling frightens me. I realize that I recognized this only because I was meeting them after a long four months. If I was staying in Kerala itself, then would this change in their appearance go just unnoticed by me?
I saw my grandmother, holding my uncles baby daughter, talking about various things. Seeing her makes me think about the majority of old-generation Women of India. Their life was always a kind of dedication, thinking of their children, children's children, relatives, doing cooking, cleaning houses, washing clothes, all work while others sit, relax, chat and watch TV. But I also realize they really enjoy living that way, and it is their definition of life.
When I went to Kootalmanikyam temple, I just glanced through the road going to National High School, where I studied for 6 years. I had visited the school in Jan 2001, after my IIT course, and had met Sreedevi teacher, Pramodini teacher and Komalam teacher. I felt like it was just yesterday that I walked through that road to the school, but more than 12 months have passed after that. I have become 1 year older.
One of my English teachers (forgot his name!) during the Pre degree course had once told: Time moves very fast. But you wont realize it until you become something like 25 years old. Till then you will spend time as you are spending money from a bank account with infinite balance.
The pace of time is a much-thought-of and written-about subject. But still, it never ceases to surprise me!