
That Ball game on the sand.
Vinod took the night bus back as he had a shoot. I had few more days to kill in this idyllic locale all by myself now and I was itchy to discover something new. Whenever in trepidation always have gone by my instinct. The morning felt fresh and I grabbed my tea cup and walked towards the beach. It was around 9am, the boats in Arabian sea was glistening with reflection of the sun now slowly inching to play the noon sonata. The horizon was dotted with boats mostly painted in el

Sunrise on Tejaswini, Sunset on the Arabian Sea.
Our arrival at vretreat had coincided with a most majestic Sunrise on the backwaters of the quaintly flowing Tejaswini. We had alighted from the auto as dawn was breaking in. Vijayan the friendly manager had greeted us at the gate and we had just checked into our rooms when he came running…uttering two words…’Sunrise’, Sunrise Sir, come and see.’ We rushed out and lo and behold just behind the horizon of trees on the other bank a huge ball of fire rose. It slowly turned oran