It was on the past night we decided to go for a trip. We three were very excited to go for that without any planning because we wanted it in that way . The rush was a bit overwhelming when we started from the train, eventhough we managed to get in. There were staring eyes, but all those doesn’t make sense any more. After train we catched the boat.There were not much people, we three brewed three side seats in the boat, the site was beautiful I’m unable to describe the blue because it hid many magic as many it can.
we reached fort kochi, it wasn’t a place i dreamt of , the streets wore a cloth of silence. they weren’t busy. not so much people,
then we started to walk about kilometers, our legs started screaming but our mind was longing. The view itself made us cherished. old buildings,churches,temples, long lane of small houses...we continued our walks, long walks with music in one ear and the chattering in the other. The vibe was pretty good, having matured talks with your female best friends with long walks about the places and people we are exposed to , having a sigh of relief about what all things we were denied of and what all going to get denied. There were not even a small sign of rain, the sky was pretty clear sounds like a sweet dream ,it ended in jew street, it was our destination so far.
here lies the memories of an unminded past, the walls are engraved with histories,old church everything gave the realisations of a vanished society. I was unaware of the history why it all ended like this, here exists old houses in lanes most of them are now working as cafes,bookshops,antique shops and all. I entered all the shops just for looking the artifacts , a place full of colors existed there.
art is an attire, walking along the streets we met jeevenlal. deep down the world of art, he is not even bothered about the surroundings. people are getting in randomly,sometimes taking his photos ,blabbering about the works,asking his name. but,deepdown i felt he is in a parallel world. A world which have more colors than here. love to have the desire of being an artist and living in a multi verse. Without ending desires we moved back to home holding the memories of an unminded past. I like to be lost in this moment forever.
