I travel alone leaving all tensions behind and I remain myself. It’s a bit cold outside. This is my way home. Iam quite happy hanging around the house when I have a vacation with no plans. I have left myself alone. The nature here, has asked me to slow down. Every journey has its own twists and turns but these premises helped me to take the right path. The art forms of the nature allowed me to get up and move.
The world is constantly changing, so do I, but they have never changed. The way will lead me to Suryakanthi. The path to my house is lit by stars. The rubber trees are all set to welcome me back. These tropical wonders are the reminiscences of my childhood memories. They are a part of my nostalgia, they grew up with me. The nature has its own creations within the tropical heaven. These butterflies make me sing. There are countless birds who reign this serene land. The pristine ecosystem is home to a number of species.
My shelter is located at the lap of the most beautiful valley I have ever seen. As I proceed further I feel the cold air. As Raman used to say, they are the contributors, these pongu trees. Suryakanthi is calm, quiet and eternal.
