Altered Egos: Missing the mossy green

There are too many things to write and I had enough time as well. I think I am just out of habit. I don't think I am ever going to be able to catch up on the backlog. In fact, I thought about closing down the blog for good. It seemed like a good time for it. Much to my surprise (and delight perhaps), I obviously did not. Today as I lay wide awake

in my bed in an ungodly hour, trying in vain to rest my eyes for a little while, I was reminded of Kudremukh. I tried to follow my train of thoughts to figure why suddenly, out of the blue, I was missing KNP...and I think I have figured it out. It is this bed by the window, it reminds me of the many, sleepless nights I spent in the field station lying on the bed by the window. It feels like the gates of a dam have been lifted, and memories are gushing in wave after wave and are flooding my thoughts.

Memories of the forests and the field station where I spent a very important phase of life. Where I learned so much. The warm afternoons, the chilly nights. The old shampoo blue nokia phone that i used to position in awkward angles in the field in an attempt to get signal.The smell of the damp forest floor mixed with that of an animal that had just passed by silently; the tiny flowers falling from the canopy of the Syzygium gardneri tree; the rain drops glistening on the moss covered branches. The wing beat of a bat that just skirted around me in the blind forest and the cacophony of the frogs and the crickets that were like music to my ears.