Coimbatore Diaries

It isnt time as yet for the sunset and yet the sun has gone into hiding. I can see the silhoutte of the Nilgiri range from the hotel room. It is a good room, with a big window, without any grills to obstruct the view. Somewhere, it is raining. I can sense it in the whiff of moist earth. I wish I could open the windows and let the fresh air in. But they're locked. I can hear nothing but the dull humm of the AC. There are a few birds flying around. The setting sun has cast an orange glow to the sky just above the line of the mountains. It feels like Ooty is calling me. I called my colleague up and asked if he was interested in making the three hour trip to the hillstation at night. We could get up early and explore the place at sunrise. The flight back from Coimbatore is at 230 pm. We would have a couple of hours of daylight before we will need to head back. It is alluring enough. I wish I had a camera, so I could share this view with somebody. I am hoping I can pick a good deal from the KL trip two weeks from now. Yes, this time and view wont repeat itself, but there will be others.

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I asked Sis if she knew the names of our grandparents. Between the both of us, we know the name of only our paternal grandfather. I assume that is because Dad writes it with his name. I suppose that makes ours a dysfunctional family. I like that.