Misty Drops

The lovely, shy coconut palms dripping wet, appear to huddle together, even as their fronds seem to tremble and quiver in the cold. They looked beautiful, as did the whole misty damp scene. Led me to think, how different they are from the stark, stiff, bulky counterparts found here, maybe coz they have never been touched and caressed by the gentle rain drops from above? Or been swayed and drenched by the gentle and sometimes brutal wet draughts of wind? Or had the gurgling muddy water lap at their feet, maybe tickling them, for days together? Reminded me of a bevy of young maidens, beautiful and laden with tales untold!

The long, winding muddy ropes as seen from above was a surprise, to say the least. Almost looked like the amazons, huge and feisty. And loved the muddy, red earthy colour of the soil, looking all squelchy and mushy, with tiny pools, almost made me want to dip my fingers in, to get the feel of it!

Whizzing by lands, homeland and new found ones, wondered how the heart gets tugged and pulled by infinite strings, and each tug is a pleasure!