It had to be the Pudumund Marlimund Road today. We lived on this road long ago but never ventured too far down the road. Of course it had grown and changed. Lots of small houses around Forest Gate , each with its set of drums and basins and tubs kept ready to catch the water tanker . The road stretched and curved beyond the fork to Anikorai into more pastoral reaches.
Houses became more scattered. While the presence of large bungalows with glimpses of colourful gardens added grace. Suddenly at one corner opposite Adyar House was the brightly painted police station of Pudumund. At the side were a dozen bashed and broken up cars , swept up from Ooty’s roads.
Somewhere there had to be the Marlimund lake, for which the road was named. Probably dry and swampy. Still I had to see it. And discover it I did. A beautiful sweep of water near the small dam. At the back, where waters must have collected from springs and rain, cows grazed peacefully on the green cover. Even the pipe drawing water from the reservoir stood 2 feet above the water level.
Lets hope and pray and believe in the good monsoon, predicted.