......sixteen mnths is a long innings, & as the mandatory overs remain for the imminent Dep. of June30th, across the Laccadive sea , over the Nilgiris to Bangalore.....one can't prevent the Butterfly yet again doing its routine seasonal round in the abdomen ,before any imminent dep....the better part of the holiday evening,is spent discussing Homeland 1 with Sr.Colleague frm India visiting his daughter & Son in law stationed here in the High Commission, a fmly frnd....the incredible heat@NCR cropped up in the discussion, now tht we r more used to the Maritime clime here....but July wil definitely be cooler once we land thr on the 11th, prior to tht a hurricane tour of 10days of TN,Kerala,Goa, frm BLR....the children r upbeat nd we bracing up for a brk frm the mundane......& as usual a pall of gloom surrounds my wrk table with my trusted clientele of MALE' City,wud miss me terribly , not to speak of the spl. customised care,affection,communicability across far flung Islands,.atolls, God forsaken land, & the unreachable,.....hallmark of the practice here....Inshallah will return!!!! ....the refrain now.....to all concerned who care for me....the salinity of the archipelago;.... surrounding it;....... creeping & soaking the roots;....as if trying to find a place for itself in the Expat soul.....how ur roots grow deep under & how deeper r ur roots r put to test upon these seasonal departures......will miss the Eastern Sun....!!....the Turncoat called the Deep Blue....!!!!.....the many faceless, tired , sick people across the table.....day in day out....their service provider with their Unique solutions.....!!!!!
.....Rojnamcha...!!! the Indian Ocean Diary having being initiated in 2010 is very close to Heart....journey of an Indian Doctor's service in a remote land...!!!
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