Sravana.us

Back to Switzerland after a smooth and comfortable flight. We slept through most of it, which is one of the good things of travelling west. We won’t drop the way we did at Varkala.

We’re not saying much, still dazzled and dreamy, our eyes full of south India’s bright and colourful light. Smiling as the sounds of waves and birds, the morning mantras and the rickshaw horns still resonate.

A few hours ago we were having breakfast in Bhakti Kutir’s palm grove. A few hours less, and we were making our way down to Colaba in Mumbai, having drinks and a lavish dinner at the Taj Palace.

Mumbai is still an incredible place. I wish we’d had more time to rediscover it. Next time.

Now, we are staring at a winter morning breaking through Zurich Airport’s frosty windows, big smiles spread across our faces.

Coming home is part of leaving. Hello world.

I tend to worry more than I would when Itravel with my children. Striving to provide a seemless experience, I tend to anticipate more than I should or would if I was faring alone. The fate of parenthood?

So what if the luggage doesn’t make it tonight… things will sort out in due time.

Hell, this is India. Things happen when they should. Remember?

It’s good to be back मदर इंडिया.

Took off an hour late in the rising sun only to meet winter chaos at ZH airport. Let’s hope the luggage made the short connection. Boarding for India at last. Om.