It was a little past 9:30 PM, and I was driving back home from the restaurant from where I had my supper, which incidentally consisted of curd-rice, two cups of coffee and a glass of pomegranate juice – yeah, yeah I know it’s a weird sort of supper to have. It was drizzling heavily enough for people to take shelter under bus-stops but not heavily enough to make driving difficult in the slightest way. For some reason, I felt like taking a longer drive home and so I just drove around the Trivandrum city main roads, and also played my Roxette CD just to bring in a bit of music. The same roads which were so clogged with traffic during day-time, that even a 1 KM stretch took about 10 minutes, 3 stops and 2 traffic lights, were mostly devoid of traffic of any kind. The darkness and the rain helped hide the dirty footpaths and open drainage gutters on the sides of the roads and all of a sudden, the typically dirty and uninspiring Trivandrum city roads became a sort of charming sensation of beauty for me.
I must have drove all over the main part of the city and covered about 20-25 KM, since I did manage to listen to 4-5 Roxette tracks in the mean time. Once in an odd while, some nasty driver’s rude high beam blinded me temporarily and left me seeing blurred light blots on my wind shield, but I only smiled sweetly back at them rather than swear at them with all my vocal might as I am usually prone to do. I really wish I had my camera with me though I am not really sure if any camera would have captured tonight’s beauty, for I feel tonight was something very special, and I am very much scared that tomorrow – I might not see things in the same lovely manner as I did tonight. I felt very warm and comfortable as I reached home finally – I am not sure how I reached home, but abruptly I found myself very near my apartment and must have subconsciously turned the right way. I’ve always been in love with my home-town, but tonight was the first time she kissed me goodnight.