The follow up to my journey home. Kumily to Kottayam. a green lush route offering one of the most hopeful landscapes.
When random people met up to scale a hill in the rainy, windy monsoon season along a scenic tea estate.
My heavy eyes open to the tolling of the church bells. It’s a Sunday and people like me hate to be woken up early in the mornings of a lazy Sunday. Damn the church bells. I try to pull up my blanket and curl away into slumber but the clang of the bells pierce my ears and make me remorse. And thus in a slight temper I wake up and brush aside the curtains. And more regret sets it. The sky is dark and gloomy and there is a slight drizzle. A cold breeze catches me and prompts me to curse the church boy.