We didn’t realize we were making memories, we just knew we were having fun!

College years are the best part of a person’s life. With the aim of making our final semester the best-est of all , we decided to go for a four day tour. Discussions and plannings had been going on from the beginning of the semester.Finally we chose the spots to visit and booked the bus. Everyone excitedly waited for the day to arrive and it came…

Unaware that the best moments of our college life would be made, we got into the bus.The journey started off with howls and cheers.Thanks to the music maniacs who played shake and move music, we all danced like never before. There was maximum joy in the air.As midnight arrived, we cut a big cake and celebrated the bus birthday party of three of our friends.

By morning we reached Pondicherry, known for its French heritage, great food and fine wine. I loved strolling through the peaceful French colony. The homes and their wooden windows with blooms hanging were so lovely. The Paradise beach was packed with foreigners. That land had a totally different vibe.

Later we started off to Mahabalipuram , the land of cave temples , situated in the Kancheepuram district of Tamil Nadu. The beautiful carvings all around the caves were stupendous. History was not much of an interest to any of us but clicking umpteen number of photos were.

As we were busy posing in front of the caves, a monkey snatched away my friend’s drink.

Cave sculptures at Mahabalipuram

The next morning we went to see the hill stations of Yercaud in the Salem district of Tamil Nadu. The hill stations were obviously very cool and refreshing. With lots of vendors selling food , we got to eat grilled corn and a variety of pickles.We additionally visited the Sri Chakra Maha Meru Devi temple. Visiting the temple was a treat to the mind as well as the eye.The place was so calm with beautiful gardens around.

The third day was to explore the northern part of God’s own country. The Wayanad district known as the “Green paradise” of Kerala welcomed us with cool air.The mountains were wrapped in fog. We climbed a steep mountain to reach the Edakkal caves. The scribblings and rock art by ancient men took me back in centuries when man use to live close with nature.

Centuries old rock art at Edakkal caves of Wayanad

In the evening we visited the Wayanad wildlife sanctuary. An adorable peackock  greeted us with her magnificent feathers. There were deer herds all around. I pondered whether they would be friends or relatives. An elephant and his girlfriend popped out from some place and disappeared into the woods.

Deer herd at Wayanad Wildlife Sanctury

On the last day we went for trekking the Paithalmala Hills in Kannore district.Singing or I would rather say trying to emulate the traditional tribal calls and songs and clicking photographs we reached the top of the hill. While relishing the pristine beauty of Mother Nature , the clouds drizzled and the cool breeze caressed us.My joy knew no bound then.

A click from Paithalmala hills

None of us had any idea about how the days passed so quickly. The fun we had while on the bus was unforgettable…Dancing , singing, cracking jokes, making fun, clicking endless selfies.

We didn’t know we were making the best of memories… The heaven part of our lives that we would always look back to….

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My Bus Journey..

Short or long, journeys in life are inevitable. Being a college student, I have to travel up and down to Cochin every time I want to visit my home. As soon as the college bell rings, the hurry burrying from college to reach the bus stop begins. Dashing to the bus stop holding the luggage is the most gruelling part of the journey. More than boarding a bus, boarding a bus with a window seat is what matters.
As soon as the seat is taken, it is time to heave a sigh of relief. From there on begins some beautiful solitary moments of life. A part of the journey is filled with chit chatting with friends. But most of the time I would be engaged in a world of my own. That’s when I start viewing my life from a different perspective, in a way I start to witness my own life. These sublime hours even make me deduce out the role of “Law of Karma” in life. Enjoying the scenic, green rich beauty of God’s own country is an integral part of any Keralite’s journey.In my opinion, no sight in this world is as soothing as the green paddy fields of Kerala.
I meet different kinds of people during my travel, some smile, some talk, some doesn’t care. For certain strangers, I try to picture what would their life and family be like. Then that makes me realise how crazy- minded I am. For any new gen, travelling is synonymous with earplugs tucked in ears, I am no different. When the bus stops, vendors come running into the bus to sell food and drinks. Though the smell of fried dishes are tempting, my dad’s advice rushes into my mind which forbade me from buying any of those. In between every half an hour my phone rings as dad calls to ensure his princess is safe. As the dusk arrives, nature looks so adorable, wrapped in a tinge of orange.
The journey comes to a close as I get down at my destination where my dad would be waiting. With all my luggage and a big smile, I get into the car with the hope of making the best of the holidays at my home sweet home.

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