‘Winter is coming’. While the rest of India still experiences sweltering heat, we inhaled clouds. We sat on the red brick porch in our fold out camping chairs. We drank tea and watched the mist roll in. We drank another cup of tea and watched the mist roll out. We inhaled clouds. We talked. We read. We drank tea. We mocked the birds. We imitated the tweeteetweeewee and the pockhocpocwhik. We walked with Abroozi. Finally we made had made it home to our own little piece of heaven. We left Mungeli sooner than expected. We feel sad for those we had left behind. All but one could appreciate our efforts. Dismissed at the end. It still confuses me. We did what we could in the time that we had. Now we enjoy the rewards of this beautiful place.
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About MeGalley Slave, Social Researcher, Submariner's Wife, Mother to Labrador, Searched the world for love then Married my Childhood Neighbour. Writing about my life, my dog, our travels, food, my garden, astronomy; frequently groaning about and occasionally celebrating Indian culture and TV