A Recurring Dream

There is a stretch of land between the airport and Mangalore town that is so verdant and beautiful that it never fails to bring a lump to my throat. I get off at the bridge to inhale the fresh, earthy fragrance that I have missed so much.

“Wouldn’t it be lovely to buy some land here and set up a home-stay? We could build a couple of beautiful cottages and have our own boats to ferry people across”

“It would cost some. And who would want to come here?”

“The same people who go to Kerala. The landscape is similar, just not marketed right.”

“Hmmm, you would have to be prepared to cook. And travel less.”

The ever practical, dream busting R. Why can’t men have dreams that aren’t always populated by skimpily clad women or things with four wheels?

My daydream gets pushed to the back of my mind, seemingly forgotten. But I know it will recur, and this conversation replay with minor variations the next time we cross this bridge. I also know that it will remain just that…..a daydream.

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Madhu is an Interior designer turned travel blogger on a long sabbatical to explore the world. When not crafting stories on The Urge To Wander, she's probably Tweeting @theurgetowander or sharing special moments on instagram.com/theurgetowander

70 thoughts on “A Recurring Dream

  1. Very similar to the river canals in Kerala. The canals on the east coast are much narrower. Loved the photo. You bring me many happy memories with your photos of India.

  2. Madhu, what a beautiful piece! Strikes a chord deep within and moves one immensely! I truly understand this: the days gone by: beautiful, endless, so full and yet so empty, and no matter how many years pass, So alive! What a fabulous writer you are! Didn’t want this to end..wish I could read more..

  3. well we thought about startign a homestay too last year. We were exploring Mangalore and Mysore but then the thought of being confined to one place changed our mind.

    I still wish to buy a piece of land with plantation crop some day..:)

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