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The art of settling down!

Back home after a gap of eight months is a strange experience. Off and on you are haunted by the happy-go-lucky experiences you had had, all these days, with your kith and kin. Simultaneously, you have to struggle a bit to regain the routine life.

Yeah, its calls for a lot of diplomacy and patience to get things done, one by one and to capture the ‘ at- home’ feeling. Just when we heaved a sigh of relief a couple of weeks after returning home, we felt as if somebody was asking us rather sarcastically, ” How do you feel now?. It was none other then winter which has already made its presence felt. But the smiling sun seemed to assure that it can tame the winter to some extent. And, at long last, I resumed my evening walk after some initial hesitation. The moment I reached my favorite path, I was given a warm welcome by the bushes and those tall trees. I could also hear the hushed voices of the birds. “Where was this chap all these days?” one of them seemed to ask.

I moved on and on, totally immersed in the enchanting surroundings till I was jerked by the thundering sound of the bursting crackers. ” Oh it’s Deepavali tomorrow”, I said to myself and returned home.

Author: P U Krishnan

First things first. I am one of those retired chaps who are young at heart. I watch cricket matches and jump for joy when Tendulkar scores yet another century. I read newspapers and books too, though I am not crazy about them. I think I have a mind free from hatred and I owe it to the wonders of nature and music. I scribble something now and then and call myself a writer! Though I have settled in Ooty, a lovely hill station in Tamil Nadu—I must emphasize the fact that I was born and brought up in Tellicherry in North Kerala and studied in the good old Government Brennen College. Of and on, my mind goes back to my ancestral house at Tiruvangad in Tellicherry in front of an ancient Sri Ram temple. I am indebted to this wonderful place which inculcated in me a love for cricket and literature. But all said and done, I am an Indian first.


  1. Blossoming into a modern-day essayist.Why not try to get a book or two by Ruskin Bond?Though he is not an essayist he is a hill station residen like you –Dehra Dun.

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