Through the ripples under the canopies of palm-- We met ourselves!

Where sunlight filters in golden streaks, making the waters shimmer… Until sandal-gold evenings blush into pink, asking the palm trees for directions towards that lotus-adorned lake where the vallam drifts with grace across waters so calm with subtle ripples, that mirror the sky. Isn't it like you and me? Distant apart, yet perfect reflections of mind and soul balancing flaws with strengths, softening edges with warmth, complementing what the other lacks, woven so well, that we seem to be one! How the playful river finds its anchor in the poised sky. The wish to flow free, gathering memories at every bend, painting them into pictures like myriad grains of sand. Pictures of time, I being the minute when you're the second of mine keeping the pace of life. Passing little islands of emerald paddy fields, the earthy fragrance along the coast greets us as we land. And through the twilight, beneath a star-embroidered veil , Beholding the stars t...