The ‘Train’ of Memories

I’ve seen how each season work it’s miracle on this place. How the almost half year long monsoons fill these fields with water, and how it make small grass to sprout from the barren soil. I’ve seen the farmers sowing these fields with faces filled with determination, folk songs dancing on their lips. I’ve seen how, by the end of the second monsoon, it becomes all green and fills your mind with happiness and hope. I’ve seen the rejoice of farmers when it blossoms. Winter comes, to fill this savannah with mist in the early mornings. I’ve seen people, farmers and workers walking through this misty fields, and I’ve endured that chill through my spine, by just watching them. I’ve seen the crops ripen, as the summer approach. I’ve felt their enthusiasm, to reap their hard work and feed the empty breadbaskets. Not just them, but the entire state of Kerala depend on them one way or another to fill the tummies.

~ Kerala. A blessed land lies between the mounted Western ghats and the roaring Arabian sea. It’s called God’s own Country for a reason. This is my humble try to capture the scenic beauty I got to enjoy during my frequent train journeys.

I love travelling, especially by train. I love every small thing related to it. Be it the howl of the train, or the whistle of the wind when it speeds, I prefer to stand or sit by the door (this is possible only in India, other countries have automatic doors for the trains which closes before the train starts). There you get to enjoy the most. But sometimes, police interference compels me to be satisfied with the window seat.

All the pictures are taken from train, including the featured image during different journeys in different seasons. ~

Summer, after the reaping of crops the field become arid and deserted. Even the last bit of life seems vanished. 

The first rain cleanse the atmosphere, the muddy water fills the fields. That’s the color of raw human. “You’re made of dust, you’ll return to dust”

Monsoon hits the rocky soil, softens it, waking up the hibernating roots and seeds within, rekindle the life and the fields are turning green again.

Green is the color of life. It gives hope for a better tomorrow. Western ghats protect the land, stop clouds from going far, quench your thirst, like a big brother.

The field after sowing. Western ghats, the clouds.. indeed! Monsoon is the most beautiful season.

The savannah in green with the sky preparing to open again..

Landscape view of the meadows of Western ghat. 

This is what happens when you try to take pictures from a fast running train.. You focus on your object, wait for the perfect time, and boom!! You din see that electric post coming!! At the exact middle of the frame! 😑

More green. They seem infinite. “Some infinities are bigger than other infinities”- John Green

Another faulty piece. By the time I clicked, the train had already left that point..

I was trying to depict the moving effect. Turned out to be half blurred half clear picture. 

Green giving way to the golden brown. Sunny days and cold nights.

Golden fields. Western ghats like a proud brother, watching over the babies growing up.

Herbs and shrubs lining at the ends.

The other side view from the train, a part of the river Bharatapuzha, looted by the Sand Mafia, writing its death note by its weak hands.

Clouds trying to soothe her, ” Some people are worth melting for”- Olaf. 

Misty winters. Western ghats covered by the misty clouds. This very house marks that the train is approaching my station and it’s time to get everything ready..

 

“How much things have changed for good!! Or bad?”  “Either way, change is inevitable” Two oldsters having a chat at Kallai renovated sidewalk. Next station, my home!

 

~ All these pictures including featured image are taken by myself on my Motorola Moto E (first gen) mobile camera (5 MP ), and thus the clarity and resolution issues. The only advantage being, it’ll save your data by a small fraction. 😉 ~

 

 

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