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My Days at Meadows !!

It was my tenth day now, I was left with just about 700 rupees and It was the longest I have sustained in such budget. Yet, to have travelled over 2000 kilometers made me feel better and I knew tough times were ahead. 

I woke up at 8 and meditated for some time.  Meanwhile Nitesh kept my breakfast ready, three idlys and a vada with two types of chutney and sambar. I had only eaten a few biscuits and was craving for some real food. As I finished eating we went to clean the rooms at Kairali, another cottage near fairy falls. I cleaned the rooms while he cleaned the washroom. The room was filled with buds of cigarettes and bottles of alcohol. We completed the task and went to have some chai while a couple called asking for a room. As we waited for them with some chai, they came in on a Royal Enfield machismo 500, we showed them to the room, collected the laundry and got back to Meadows. 

That evening Nitesh took us to his friend's place where two giant pit bulls welcomed us in style. They scared me at first, seeing that breed for the first time and having known them for their aggressive nature. As I got in, Kali a female and Brahma the male, well-trained pitbulls, holding back their power stood alert at their masters command. As we got along in sometime, 
One started feeling jealous as I massaged the other. Later I went into the kitchen trying to help Stephen at cooking while others sat out rolling joints and listening to music. It was a real fun night ending with some boiled rice, chicken and salad. 

The next I sat talking to Savitha asking about her life. She is 3 years elder to me, and I call her chechi meaning sister in Malayalam. She's been chasing fun for a few years now, A party woman who worked in Bangalore, Goa, and now was supposed to be working for hotel Ritz in Kodaikanal. She spoke about an experience when She reached Goa from Bangalore without cash, hitchhiking from trucks and by-passers taking 2 days to reach and partied there for about 9 days with her friends. But now she had a 3-year-old child back at home, separated husband, unable to make a career, living in with a temporary boyfriend, taking the time off from life.

I was thinking some random quotes in head "Not everyone will have what you have", "I will try to be happy with what I have for the rest of my life"

 I understood these people were lost too. Later that evening her cousins called for rooms, We accommodated them at kairali and went to Babu mess to bring dinner for them. Babu etta was the cook, mostly seen drunk that we wondered how he cooked. We named him paambu meaning snake in Malayalam for his drinking habit. The food was tasty though, he made fresh and didn't use much additives.  I offered to heat the chapatis while he fried some kebabs and prepared egg curry. I heated about 40 chapatis and had my dinner after service.  We went to their rooms after dinner to smoke some cannabis oil and returned without any clue. 

It was the weekend, I woke up at 9 while the breakfast was ready, I had to bathe since it's been 3 days, and I was not stinking thanks to the Kodaikanal climate, doesn't let you sweat. Kodaikanal feels so pure in winter, one just needed to stay as far as possible from the town. Hills once covered in pine plantations, now filled with hotels and lodges for a radius of at least 20 kilometers, in the night one can see hills glittering on all sides. Riding in Kodaikanal at night is a colorful experience for many, while i pity the nature destroyed over years. Buildings built on the hills are all lit up and to ride through the narrow roads in the chilling weather is definitely a feeling to remember. The day was simply less productive, We checked in a couple at a guest house nearby for commission, delivered food and got back sipping some hot soup on the way. 

Days are now going slow and boring that once we make the guests comfortable in their cottages, then there is nothing much to do. Nitesh has bought a flute recently and is learning to play which kept us all entertained. It's now been a month and Everyone started asking where I would go next and how much would I be paid. Well,  I did not have any answers myself, so what would I answer them? You cannot expect anyone to understand your situation. Now, I am just thinking of getting on my foot to start walking in any direction even if I am not paid. They were all trying to pass each day making as much money as possible while I wondered what my future could be.


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