Zoning in on a quiet, level road to walk on Day 2, wasn’t too difficult. The road from Fernhill to Avalanche via Kundah has always been a favorite. Smooth to drive on, tracts of cultivated land lining one side, passing through numerous small villages; this road leads to many interesting spots.
But since I was going to walk, it was doubtful whether I would reach even one.
Passing the bend at Cairn Hill, I met some monkeys sipping water from a small muddy pool near the road left behind from the rains. They eyed me warily while they pushed each other aside for their turn.
Later, I met some cows grazing happily at the side of the road. Besides us, there were no other pedestrians on the road, it being more of a highway. On one side were verdant green tea fields and on the other, fields being freshly sown for the next crop.
Further on was a carrot washing shed. Always delightful to watch the carrots go in muddy and come out a fresh orange. Why dont’ they do it for radish or potatoes ??
30 minutes later, I was gazing on the slopes of Mullikorai., a prosperous looking hamlet. A stream flowed through the valley below cutting through fields of cabbage and carrot. The school was freshly painted and gleamed in the evening sunshine.
The charm of small houses always attracts the eye. Brightly painted, the areas outside swept clean and tamped down, the bare sparseness speaks of simple living and one imagines, contentment.
On my way back as I crossed the Bhavanieaswari temple; I watched a mother sitting outside the house attached to the temple, in sweet ease with her children . How many mothers Ive heard , wishing to live again those simple, busy days when their children were young and life less complicated , although life’s material riches are now more in abundance.