Friday, January 05, 2007
They say if you have seen one beach you have seen them all. On the 31st of December 2005, I was by the Arabian Sea at Daman, the southern tip of Gujarat. Exactly a year later I was at delightful Pondicherry on the Coromandel Coast by the Bay of Bengal. A journey of 1200 kilometers in 12 months, almost diagonally across peninsular India.
There were stopovers of course - the confused and cosmopolitan Geneva, officious and idyllic Bern, the icy winds up the Matterhorn, opulent St.Moritz and the quaint stamp sized Liechtenstein.
And as I stood at the Pondicherry Promenade, the warm sea breeze crawled through the fabric of my clothes. The sea smothered the rocks and rose like salt crusted sprays in short-lived revelry.
It doesn't matter where you were, in doesn't matter where you are coming from. You just pause, see the sea, feel the rain, goggle at mountains and keep walking down that winding road towards the bend around the corner.
Labels: Moments and Memories, Travel
4 Comments:
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ah...are they the same....do you think you can build a 'fort' on the Pondicherry beach...it's a rocky beach..ain't it? But yes, it will get washed away....like...always !
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"Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there. " - Jethro Tull
I dont know, why I just wrote that, but I did...whatever.
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Tumi ki JU te CPM er poolish er lathi petar pore michhile hnetechhile?
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very well written.
said... On Monday, January 08, 2007 10:54:00 am
Rohan said... On Tuesday, January 09, 2007 1:13:00 am
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