Reached home. I find it cooler than Bangalore this time, which is unexpected. Another journey to my father's place tomorrow. There are other local places on the itinerary but my mother's place is not among them. I'm unsure if I should bring it up. All I want is to see the dear place, show all my old haunts to the children and avoid meeting any of the relatives. The combination seems impossible at the moment. So I'll give it a miss this time too.
When I was small, we had two ways to reach it from my father's place, which is about 8 Km away. One involved boat ride on Sharavati and then walking a short distance through plantations. The other had 2-3 Km of walk on rocky terrain, baked by the summer sun. I obviously preferred the first one but my mother for some reason opted mostly for the second. It was really a test of character which I typically failed, despite a bribe of cookies or candies. I cursed every inch of that winding path. But once I grew up and I started going alone to my mother's place, the same route transformed itself into one of my favorites. I now love the very thought of taking that roller coaster of a walk.
When I was small, we had two ways to reach it from my father's place, which is about 8 Km away. One involved boat ride on Sharavati and then walking a short distance through plantations. The other had 2-3 Km of walk on rocky terrain, baked by the summer sun. I obviously preferred the first one but my mother for some reason opted mostly for the second. It was really a test of character which I typically failed, despite a bribe of cookies or candies. I cursed every inch of that winding path. But once I grew up and I started going alone to my mother's place, the same route transformed itself into one of my favorites. I now love the very thought of taking that roller coaster of a walk.
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