The Maktub called Kismat

Destiny's child told me Iv matured as a reader when I told her I was reading her favorite author Paulo Coelho. The Alchemist would have awe-struck me maybe if I hadn't been already acquainted with his "philosophies" which are so beautifully scripted to entice any reader into believing them. But I must give it to him, he has mastered the art of endings.

How come the Universe never conspired to make me meet the one I love. I know its what I want at the core. At the end of each day.
To come back home to love. More than anything else.

But yes, Maktub has brought me back to Kochi; second time this year. First was for Destiny's Child's wedding. And for the Kochi Bienelle.
2015, you have been favorable *flying kiss*

This time I am in Kochi, on a "business" trip to meet our clients, who are here to deliver the new requirements of a project in their heavy dutch-accented English. Our extremely friendly clients who cannot stop singing praises of their home country. About how traffic is perfect in their land and why oh, why we in India haven't yet figured out a harmonious way of resolving issues on the road. Nobody knows.

And I did not think I would live to see this day. When I actually start reading the news to follow sports. Only , I repeat only to contribute meaningfully to conversations with our 'soccer' crazy clients! #thingsIdoforaliving #phew

The best part of the trip is this.
I have been accommodated into one of the most uber-modern  hotel rooms in kochi. In a nutshell, my room has that, and more.

And Yes, that mind-blowing balcony journal has new pics now. The exceptional balconies have befriended me and are following me,
Hoping I would write more about them

People have to come to Kerala to believe that its God's own country. The place where I stay and go for work, looks like its carved out of a hill.
It does take time for an outsider to get used to the generally hostile crowd of God's people, but I grew up with that and I am more at home with that than over-whelming emotions like love, kindness and affection which is typical of my ancestral hometown.

It was soon that I discovered that I might be the only customer at the Hotel where I was staying.
I love these days, when I come back to the room, extremely tired with my day-long meetings and I walk into the restaurant and straight into the kitchen to tell the multi-tasking 'chettan' what I wanted for dinner. Go up, take a nice long shower and come down. sit at the empty restaurant
and eat my dinner reading 'The importance of being Earnest'. Order for a strong black tea afterwards. I will miss these days when they are gone.

Other times, I am caught up in the quietness of my hotel room. Very still, calm, with only the silent whirring of the air conditioner and tapping noises I make on my laptop while I write this, taking a break from all the accountancy terms that are ringing in my head. Yes, Life seems good. For a change I am distracted from wanting to get married.

And yes
Kochi treats me well, always.
And as always, I will not belong to it..