Sojourn

Of the innumerable times I have traveled from Chennai to Mysore and then back forth, this was by far the best. An amazing sense of rejuvenation in both body and mind. Now with a picturesque view from the window to clear the mind bringing lucidity, this was nothing but bound to happen. Slushy paddy fields teeming with light green sprouts dotted with the darker sugarcane fields and some occasional coconut farms painted a pulchritudinous picture for the eyes. An overcast sky crowded with cumulus clouds and a cool breeze that brings the monsoon to the face compels you to stick your neck out. And to top this off I have Frederick Forsyth describing the harsh Afghan climate and revealing to me the 'secrets' of the Taliban. Pity, I couldn't finish it.