Thursday, October 11, 2007

another village on tumkur road

The beauty.
The corn was young, soft and sweet and the fibers were silk. The tank was always there on the sides but until you climbed the bund it was never in sight. The fields are green and wet as we gingerly walked between them trying hard not to slip. The areca nuts(betal nuts) were reddish brown, lying in open, soaking sunlight to turn brown and white before they stimulated a person's taste buds. The plate on which a type of rice was served was thick,creamy,soft and was stripped from a areca nut tree. The rice itself had raw mango flavor but the fruit responsible was a mix of lime and lemon.The water pump had under ground cold water gushing out and relaxed the tired body when touched. The cow dung was fresh and on the streets.The big tree simply wanted you to sit. The lunch had raagi balls and its a challenge to gulp it without turning your tummy. The hill with view do not allow you to blink the eye. You are left wanting to explore more,climb more,dive more and walk more. People just walk past enquirying and understand that you are just another visitor from town. They share their produce and we consume with all our heart.

The travel.
Left bangalore around 8, got stuck in NH4 exit on tumkur road, a government bus put two parallel streaks on side of car that did not belong to me, 5th gear of Baleno came into play and I simply enjoyed the open roads. After dabbaspeth flyover we took a left and waited at the gate at railway crossing that was down hoping for a train to pass. The guys answered to nature as the kid wondered why men stand and they sit. The gatekeeper had mercy and opened the gate for the train was no where in sight. We hit the bottom of the car at a pit and rest of us walked to entry. We had breakfast, watched young goats, walked through and out of village, had lunch at a temple hall on hill, returned after a good wash under water pump to relish lime juice and bif goodbye.
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