A Home Away From Home.

Part of the year in one country ,and  the next half in another country has been my way of life for the past three years. I really enjoy the dual inhabitation, except for the few days in settling down and a few days to wind up the show. It is really a sport. I have now fallen in love with the new land , I am visiting recently. The land of my birth , has a special twinge , but of late I am afraid of the people around me. The fright has driven me to the extreme of keeping away from all, and bunk into a haven of safety. Being a transparent, honest and straight forward person, the wiles , the gibes, the taunts and the appear so gentle ways , force me to withdraw fro the world . I find solace in my books and music. This hop to the  alien country is God sent and I revel in my privacy and my sojourns with multiracial entities rejuvenate my assailed ego.

I am learning the language , which is simple . I am  trying to cope up with domestic chores ,as help seems to be a rarity. I interact with my neighbours ,mostly in sign language . This brings in the nostalagic memories of my  childhood days, when I excelled in Bharata natyam, where bhava or expression took the forefront. I wish to help out my neigh bour’s children with English ,as I feel i am proficient in it. Then , my official duties take up little of my time ,as we both my husband and I are into plantation, which is less troublesome amd more satisfying.My hop to this alien country has addressed my effaced counteneance and provides a cosy niche to huddle along.

This escapade from my home town, is God sent. Retirement is to be in a place of peace, healthy environment and amidst good people. I am blessed with all these vital factors.

My retirement will pass on smoothly without any skrimish and deceit.