The great thing about being married is that there are someone to push you into doing things, that you would otherwise not considered as options…

… like driving crazy distances over a short weekend, when you could be sitting at home, resting your bum on a bean bag,  twiddling your thumbs and wondering about vague things, that one can’t even recall later… like world problems, like what finally happened in Inception, like when was the last time you cleaned the fridge… you get the drift…. the important stuff… (That was a pretttty long sentence!)

So all thanks to ever enthusiastic H, I was armwrestled, guilt tripped, and packed into the car by force of huge tantrums… and taken away to Wayanad… ( obviously I’m at my literary best today…. and obviously no one can pack 68 kgs of me into any kind of car using any kind of force… not even Superman… not even H :D)

We were supposed to start of bright and early at 4:30 – 5:00 am in the morning on Saturday and as H says it… its all thanks or no thanks to me that we finally left at 6:00 with H in a surly mood, about how I always get him late and all that. Having fought for the first 1/2 hr in the car, we kinda realised that it wasn’t worth the effort ( yup.. that happens to you when you’ve known each other as long as we have!) and chucked the fighting and concentrated on the view instead.

Did  I mention that I love long drives? I luuurvve them. I the sort of person who derives more fun from the process of reaching some place, rather than reaching it and  then focussing on the “views”. I like to drift off, and sing songs, and crack jokes, and abruptly come up with extremely philosophical and pertinent questions… sample this….

SS to H: Sweety, have you ever thought of way it is that dogs always do it doggie style? I’m sure they could try the other styles too… don’t you think??

H: You are crazy…

SS: No seriously… think about it..

(Yes, sometimes I’m weird like that)

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H  to SS : Accha tum hindi songs gao… main usey English mein translate karoonga

SS: Daddy cool cool cool… mera beta fool fool fool

H : Ismey hindi kahaan hai?

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H to SS : Yeh Kamal Hasan bollywood mein kyun nahi chal saka…

SS: Nahin… movies toh hit thin… Ek dooje ke liye…. Saagar….

H: Haan, har movie mein mar jaata tha… shayad isliye

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SS: I think Mohan Lal is cute

H : SS, he is fat, and hairy and old..

SS: No seriously, he looks masculine… “take care” sorts

H: You have completely lost it!

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It was nice and rainy on a large part of our journey, especially the stretch around Bandipur National Park. And on the way, we saw sunflowers and fields of marigold… set against the back drop of misty hills, lush green meadows, and stark grey, rainwashed roads… it was Divine!

We stayed overnite at Kalpetta, and more than the stay, we were really on the road, visiting Pookote Lake, and Karapuzha dam, and Meenmutti Falls. But more than these places themselves…  I think we enjoyed our drive down winding roads, tea gardens on each side, we enjoyed each other’s company and our silence (it is so nice when you fall in love with your best friend 🙂 )

It was a hectic weekend, but really refreshing and totally memorable.

Will add pictures to this post tonight.  But the pictures are never half as pretty as the real thing!

Edited to Add : Pictures!

Enroute to Wayanad

Tea Gardens

Pookote Lake

View from our balcony