My parents have a unique feature...they plan, and plan and plan and it never happens. They have been enticing me with their idea to drive down to Bangalore from our native (Trichur) by car from the time I had shifted base to this IT city. That was nearly 6 years ago. A lot of things happened of more improbable nature: I shifted my house a couple of times, I changed jobs, I got married, my brother moved to Bangalore, Shermin got pregnant and life changed as the wind blew. They kept planning, but never managed to drive down. They did come by train a few times, but the significance of coming down by car was far more, not of particular necessity to mention in this post.
They finally made it a couple of weeks back accompanied by Anil, the manager who supervises our family business and Jasmine, mom's younger sister. They had a fun ride into the city taking the Mysore route coming through the erstwhile Veerappan (a late forest brigand feared by police and people alike) territory resplendent in scenic beauty captured in many a south-indian film. They made a few stops - made tea in a poor woman's cottage, lit a fire to cook food by the road-side and came through a large sun-flower field - equivalent to wading through the Amazon for the most seasoned of adventure seekers.
The next day happened to be their 33rd wedding anniversary. Some delicious coffee mousse was cut. It filled our stomachs as well as made for some war-paint on their faces! We had gone back to some of our good old days by blowing balloons in tandem. Sounds of balloons bursting had us reminisce old memories from Muscat...
The 2 days they stayed here ran like the gazelle. Wish they had planned it better...well...I guess the planning couldnt have got better than 6 years...Sometimes it's best to not plan and go by your insticts!
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