What do you call an insight that sneaks up on you very stealthily as you unknowingly cross the bridge between thinking about something for two months to a moment of clarity?
I’ve decided to name it Cherai, in honour of the pretty little beach tucked away at the north end of Vypin Island, off the coast of Kochi, when it happened. It’s a story for another day.
Landing in Kochi from Pune was like landing in Portland, OR from Phoenix, AZ – the green cover burst forth from the clouds, washing off the dust and grime we carried with us from the plateaus in the Sahyadris and getting us ready for coconut groves and banana chips.
The Arabian Sea coastline is definitely one of Kerala’s claims to fame (the other being its hilly tea estates). Into that heady mix of long walks on the beach, quiet stretches of sand, moody waves and brilliant sunsets, we mixed in a visit to Kochi’s old town via a quaint and crowded ferry. It loaded as many living and non-living things possible onto itself and lumbered over to the mainland. Fort Kochi is home to the oldest European this and oldest European that. Sitting pretty as the Portugese and Dutch fought over the precious port centuries ago, Kochi has its European structures intact, but has really forgotten to care much for them. Nevertheless, there is always a pretty cafe to save the day, at least in cities like this one that see foreign footsteps :)
Hills and tea (which I’m taking a sudden liking to, I surprise myself!), for another day in God’s Own Country!