The essence of adaptability

Four days have passed by. My existence has been confined within the areas of a small village, Chergunnu. It is located in Kerala and is given the title: 'my native place'. The lifestyle is quite diverse than that of a city, the flora and fauna possess their own unique beauty. The thoughts and ideas keep the urban thinking style at the bay. Here the hot climate overpowers the A.C, an invention that spreads comfort sadly has a minimal agreeableness.

As my stay is going to be extended for an entire month, I have to learn some ways to adapt myself to this new environment. As my mind has been conditioned to consider the City of Mumbai as the king of places, the devil roams in my heart to make my mood gloomy and dull. But I have accepted my challenge.

As the sweat makes my skin sticky an I watch a mongoose making love with it's mate, the angel within me has presented me with a list of my own limitations. They are the ones which make me crib for comfort and luxury, the ones which make me feel my city life like a dream. This and a few demolished bungalows where my father enjoyed his childhood, aroused a question: what is real in this world?

Maybe the present signifies the reality. All the things that one can see, hear, touch and smell is a part and parcel of a word named 'reality'. When they nurture the significance of the past, the real becomes a dream, which safely flies into the mansion of memories. We recollect them and the loss incurred gives birth to pain, which others can't feel because only the wearer knows where the shoe bites. 

If there are no memories that could haunt us with the immeasurable pain, would we be able to adapt to any situation? I guess it may work. I have been trying to accept my new place as my own home. Home is where the heart is and my heart is still alive, bravely working with my immunity system to keep me fit. I can conclude that the body can adapt to any change in the surrounding, but it's the mind that tends to make us stubborn and resistant to change. Alas! we got to live with it.

I am sure there might be many as me who are trying to adapt to new circumstances. All I can say is let your souls flow like a river which finally meets the sea, no matter however rigid and strong the boulders are. If you know your strength well, the boulders would be crushed underneath you!