A JOURNEY BROUGHT TO THE LOST OR PAST LIFE
It was not at all planned. Yesterday,1st March 2014 after the marriage reception of Rose Mary Jacob 's brother at PALA, all of sudden I've decided to visit my friend and IELTS colleague at Elizabeth International, Mr. K M Joy Joy who has been living in Neelur near Muttom, Thodupuzha. A hilly village of 18 km from Pala. It is a journey to the lost or past life which I had been enjoying till the age of 24 at my native Koodal, Pathanamthitta. There is a small hill, known as Ellupara. My 4 year old Bhagath (Kittu) was with us when we went to the top of the hill. It was just like I had had trekking experience in Karakkakuzy where we had a small land of Rubber trees. He was so thrilled, we spent an hour there on the top and played well. Then after the hill we had a different evening food....the cooked unripe jack-fruit. It was cooked with (though there is a gas stove... they used the fire wood in the old open kitchen 'aduppukallu') the mix of crushed coconut on the stone ('Arappukallu' see the pic). I was completely immersed in the past life... which I had in my childhood. The beef curry was prepared by Joy sir was undoubtedly tasty because, I believe, it was prepared on the flames (the memory itself is enough to mouth-watering). It was a journey to my golden past. Brought me to the life I had in my childhood.
The slow pace of that past life gave us a lot in terms of taste... satisfaction... and life.
Thank you very much dear joy sir. We will come again!
On our way back to home we witnessed the danger in this past pace of life, one young man hit by a mini-lorry which was damn fast and ran out from there at the very moment without giving any chance to know people to note down the number of the vehicle. Suddenly I took him to the Mariyan Medical Centre, near St. Thomas College Pala. Fortunately he was having some wounds in different parts of his body... not serious. As with my family I couldn't spent much time with that young man... but I informed his friend from Ettumanur about this and left the hospital.
It was not at all planned. Yesterday,1st March 2014 after the marriage reception of Rose Mary Jacob 's brother at PALA, all of sudden I've decided to visit my friend and IELTS colleague at Elizabeth International, Mr. K M Joy Joy who has been living in Neelur near Muttom, Thodupuzha. A hilly village of 18 km from Pala. It is a journey to the lost or past life which I had been enjoying till the age of 24 at my native Koodal, Pathanamthitta. There is a small hill, known as Ellupara. My 4 year old Bhagath (Kittu) was with us when we went to the top of the hill. It was just like I had had trekking experience in Karakkakuzy where we had a small land of Rubber trees. He was so thrilled, we spent an hour there on the top and played well. Then after the hill we had a different evening food....the cooked unripe jack-fruit. It was cooked with (though there is a gas stove... they used the fire wood in the old open kitchen 'aduppukallu') the mix of crushed coconut on the stone ('Arappukallu' see the pic). I was completely immersed in the past life... which I had in my childhood. The beef curry was prepared by Joy sir was undoubtedly tasty because, I believe, it was prepared on the flames (the memory itself is enough to mouth-watering). It was a journey to my golden past. Brought me to the life I had in my childhood.
The slow pace of that past life gave us a lot in terms of taste... satisfaction... and life.
Thank you very much dear joy sir. We will come again!
On our way back to home we witnessed the danger in this past pace of life, one young man hit by a mini-lorry which was damn fast and ran out from there at the very moment without giving any chance to know people to note down the number of the vehicle. Suddenly I took him to the Mariyan Medical Centre, near St. Thomas College Pala. Fortunately he was having some wounds in different parts of his body... not serious. As with my family I couldn't spent much time with that young man... but I informed his friend from Ettumanur about this and left the hospital.
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