Journey

The long horn of the train wake her up from a small nap.Journeys are a part of life of most of us.Our life itself is a journey.A journey through an unknown path.Such journeys to kanyakumari is not unusual to Anurada.Such an ‘escapism’ as she loved to call it,was usual as the situation gets more worse.

Weekends are always rush days and that saturday was not different either.She get into S5 compartment and seated at window seat number twenty seven.As the train left the railway station she read the yellow board with black letters which spelled ‘THRISSUR’,the city which gifted her tears.Tears of a broken marriage life.It may be because of that she found it difficult to get adjusted to the four wall apartment at poonkunam.This urban life settled a lot of cobwebs around her.She was swept away by the invisible tide of time.She can’t bear it no more.She need a relief.A relief from the belief that surya baghavan is waiting for her to show its red cheeks before visiting the great depths of the sea. She was reading as the train passed through major cities and unknown villages with its head high and a long storm like horn.She was reading about ravi and appukili in the novel ‘Gasakinte Ethihasam’.Ravi stirred her heart.Both are unlucky in the case of being loved.Anurada’s was a love marriage.The marriage which later became a broken mirror.Nowadays her heart thrombs to see kanyakumari devi.May be because devi also have a history of broken love with lord shiva.She always felt that its better not to get married like
kanyakumari devi than bearing a marriage life which within four years had a development to push apart her and her husband first to two corners of a bed and now to two bedroom in an apartment.

The train arraived a few hours before the sunset at kanyakumari.After having a hot cup of tea and a fresh bath from a nearby hotel,she went to the kanyakumari beach.The beach known for the great thiruvallur statue.........the beach known for the virgin kanyakumari............the beach
famous for the Vivekananda rock and the beach which witness the triveni sangamam.The way to the beach is filled with small shops selling varieties of shells,chain,bangles,mirror decorated with shells and various other things.She saw herself in one of the mirror wearing red and white bandhini salwar kameez with her long hair free and a red round bindi on her forehead.Kajal made her eye twinkle like the polar star.

As anurada walked towards the sea her mind felt the indefinite ecstacy.She sat on the sandyland watching the sunset.The sky seemed to be bathed in red kashmiri sindooram.The sun with a promise to see this beach tomorrow went beyond the sea.Drowning the sea into darkness,the sun went to wake up another land.......another culture.......another dawn.Birds flied in flocks across the sea in search of their nests.Being not disturbed of the arrival and departure of the sun,waves came and left the sandyland.Each wave bore a pain in its heart while leaving the sandyland.