Sounds of the River...

I spent a good part of my child hood in a small village called Cheruvally in Kerala. My maternal grandfather had his agricultural land here, the fertile soil could grow coconut, jackfruit, tapioca, paddy, a variety of root vegetables which are highly nutritios, mangoes, bananas, pineapple, pepper, coffee and the list goes on.
I am reminiscing about Cheruvally because of a small river that ran trough the heart of the river and was the source of water for the villagers.Banks of the river was the community place where everyone got together to socialize.

The sound of the river was soothing and relaxing and I would often drift off to sleep listening to the sound of the water gushing down stream.  Today I live in a small city and about half a mile from the Interstate-80 which runs across the US from East to West. When we moved here 15 years ago the constant sound of moving vehicles bothered me, but now it is background noise. Not only that, the sound has become like the sound of the river and it reminds me of the river in the tiny village that I grew up in. I guess as one gets old, life comes a full circle and you start associating things with your childhood.