The lost 8th mile...

A stretch covered by tamarind trees on both side of the road, a canal accompanies you for a couple of kilometers and banana plantations on the other side of the canal. Such a place is the 8th-mile canal bridge on the Trichy-Karur road. What I like so much about this place is the early morning mist during non-summer season. The mist engulfs the moving water and is motionless compared to the water flow. The water surface seems to be a slate of green glass before it plunges another foot deep after the bridge. The way the mist touches the flowing water is a good sight to see, slightly swirling at the edges

Usually this place, the 8th-mile canal bridge goes un-noticed when you are on the wheels and as the name goes, the inundation canal bridge is on the 8th mile towards Trichy from Kulithalai, a small town on the banks of river Kaveri. The canal swells with water during the monsoon / winter season and goes completely dry in summer.

Though the road in this section of the highway is bumpy, I eagerly look forward driving this section in the early morning hours for the sight of the 8th mile canal bridge. Ten days ago, while driving down, I thought, I missed this place, but later got to know that the whole section is now newly laid bypassing this place as a part of road-widening-project. I felt really sad missing this place this time. But I vow that the next time, I shall take the previous intersection in the highway, see this place before proceeding on. The 8th-mile might be out of the current highway, but not from my memories.

Some of my previous photo shoots @ this place are listed
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ck_selvam/2162304184/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ck_selvam/2783479438/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ck_selvam/2161486461/

Feeling now, what I relished then...

My footsteps felt heavy thumping on the tar road. I could feel my footsteps clearly in the silence prevailing around...I returned from office to my friend's house just few minutes ago.
I was amused by the thought of how the earth would be feeling, when millions of people walk and automobiles race over it.
The same a colony of ants would be thinking of us when we stamp on them...killing them. I read this piece of thought written by Aurobindo/Mother, post the tsunami shaking off the Indian coast...
Then I relished those words, today I felt it.

Now I think the same with sleep which is taking over me... :)

Early morning in Bangalore are fiery... you get chilled to the bone that you dont feel you have a face unless you touch. I was back in Bangalore today morning at 5.30am...