Rama Moondra

The mood is sombre’ and alone. I wore my rain jacket before leaving for a walk on the lake side. Hobart is quite and beautiful. Especially after yesterday’s Salamanca market getting over, where local vendors gather to sell their goodies. Hobart has been my city of dreams for quite sometime. Tranquility is such that you can hear even the grass grow.

Lake is freezing these days. Official declaration of summer yet to begin making its footprints on the enigmatic lake though I see lake in its full bloom. No one No where…looks like I am transported to a different world. The crystal clear water reflects my face. I touch and it breaks into ripples. The idea of snow had always excited me but in England the word had lost a bit of its romantic charm.
Australia somehow rekindles that charm for me. Right now, when the snow laden rain has just stopped, the rabbits have come out to play. What I saw, I saw very clearly but I did not know what I was looking at. I had nothing to fit into.

The aroma of freshly roasted chestnuts is somewhere nearby. Australia has good coffee and great beers. As they say here, Beer and Bullshit can be found anywhere.

I can see the convict’s bridge from here .It was built by convicts of British colonial time. History of every country is so bloody that it may leave humans never to be human again. Somehow the bridge and prison leaves a chill down my spine.

The late summer glow filled afternoon light has started fading away. Time to walk back..