Dreaming Of The God's Ownn Country
Few years back I saw an image on internet… of Ashtamudi lake and lined cottages on it. Looked like as if they were floating hand in hand. Since that day I dream of going there, wake up from lull to hear the chirping birds, to see fishermen at work on blue waters, to sit quietly with my feet touching the water and to pamper myself with the luxury of being in the world of Ayurveda.
I dream to walk around the villages, their markets and to soak in their daily life.