Roots

My blog turned two today. I think it is almost fitting that this day should come right before one of the most significant journeys I will ever take in my life. I go on a twelve-day solo trip starting Friday – a first for me. I will be going back to the Himalayas after so many long years, getting lost in the great mountains and finding a different part of my roots that introduced me to the love of travel!

To celebrate the two years, I penned a poem to dedicate my first visit to the Konkan – said to be the roots of my family. Truly breathtaking – a virgin beauty.

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They call this land my roots. 

The crimson gold of the soil,

The rich saltiness of the wind,

The dusted blue of the sea,

The blinding yellow of the sunsets.

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They call this a homecoming.

In the lilt of the meandering streams,

In the sweet tang of the cashew fruits,

In the cooling shades of mango trees,

In the solemn nods of ripe jackfruits.

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This is also a freedom from myself.

Flying out of the past, present and future.

Every breath a catharsis for the soul

For the lost sense of identity.

A nomad I was not for those moments.

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With no pretenses or shields or inhibitions,

I found my color in the rainbow…

In the shower of blues and greens and whites and reds,

In the notes and tunes of hitherto strange sounds

In the shrine of my unknown yet welcoming ancestors.

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Thank you everyone for all the support, the patience and the consistent motivation to keep finding myself through the medium of words – A different way to discover my inner self and their roots.