It was a tempting evening. The sky was clear but it was not all that warm because of the bone-chilling wind. I was caught between desire to go out for a walk and an excuse to sit at home and watch the TV but i could overcome the filthy excuse, all because of one of my favorite movie songs which glorified the beauty of the evening Sky; I sat in front of the TV, enjoying every bit of that song and those enchanting scenes.
Soon I found myself walking along my favorite road which was most suitable for an evening walk. It is here, your body moves on mechanically, in obedience to the will and pleasure of your mind. “Stop here for a while,” the mind would say and the body applies the brake! on the one side of the road the trees dance and the birds sing and on the other side it is a valley which descends from a nearby hill.
Almost a year has passed since I left Ooty, a summer and a long winter and again I am here, moving along the same road, enjoying the serene and enchanting surroundings… but somehow my mind abandoned this road and began to wander through similar roads in Vancouver and Netherlands. Ironically, while i was there, my mind used to take a flight to Ooty!. These places may be poles apart, yet they resemble each other to some extent.