Load after load,
Crew after crew,
Day after day...
A journey, a sail,
Till that day,
Same like the day,
We were born,
When we all will be,
buried back into,
the womb of mother nature.
Till then, life has to float on.

Though Marian towers were dedicated earlier, it was open to public only a few weeks ago. They charged a nominal ticket fee for this awe inspiring experience of climbing the pier at Lady of Ransom church.
Top of the dome on a over cast afternoon.
Meenakshi Amma and the mother. Classic attachment.
The grill domes at the top for safety. It indeed felt safe even at such height. Even me, who has a fear of height felt safe at top. I should admit I was more afraid climbing the stairs than at the top.
Views, a generation ago, could not have possibly imagined even in their wildest dreams. A view of the church and the neighborhood from such a height!!!
The curator, sometimes handwork go painfully unnoticed. But some just smile and keep it going.
On November fifth last year, the first Friday of the month she went to St. George's Church at Edappally as always for the adoration and mass. She spent the whole day there. On her way back, just about a 100 meters away from our home, she stopped at the shop to buy some grocery. There she collapsed and died instantly.