Evening has come


For some reason, when I stroll along the streets of Muharraq, the feel of the country inclines towards being nostalgic. Not just homesick but something real and deeper. A sort of connection is brought in by the warm smiles and friendly talks with past years; those times spent with someone closer in the family, from the bygone years.

True, we are strangers.
Time goes by.
when we realise that evening has come,
we must depart.
the feeling of being together,
lingers on.


Tea by the backwaters

Vembanadu Lake in Kochi, India, never fail to fascinate. Watching vessels drifting in the green waters gave a kind of tranquility. Freightliners with containers stacked or even a fishing boat that is either going to the sea for the anticipated catch or returning after a long night in the cold. The smell of the sea on the face with occasional cries of the seagulls. One may prefer to wander along the coast. A better way would be to watch the waters enjoying a fresh lemonade or and hot masala chai (tea made with milk, sugar and spices like cardamom, fennel, pepper corns and cinnamon). In this case, choosing the hot beverage seemed to be the better option.