Bracing the Backwaters of Kerala
Not so happily greeted by the usual jostling of the local touts each trying to get me into their accommodation, I reached Alleppey in Kerala, India on a crowded bus on an assignment for my job in mid-April this year. After all, India always imaged herself in my gray matter as a land of snakes, saints, poverty and meditation until I was forced to take up this project and was urged by Sara to make it. Trust me, I returned just last week and am still basking in its natural glory.
Cleverly opting for the guesthouse owned by the guy who also had a boat that could ride me on a discounted rate, I was already expecting some thrill on the tour. I was told a tour of the backwaters would be the most attractive activity to cherish for the rest of my life. So be it.
Cruising through the 900km stretch of emerald waterways, sandwiched amid swaying palms and golden paddy fields, I got to know the land little by little. A backwater voyage of kayal yatra generally covers QST and R Block stretches of kayals or backwaters. These blocks have an international flavor and peculiarly seemed to resemble the dikes of Netherlands.
The innocent faces of the locals as I glided past the villages, the Chinese fishing nets, the abundant greenery, and coconut trees were all so gripping. Relaxing in the cushioned seat of the houseboat I relished every moment of my being alone, far from so-called urbanity.
The waxing moonlight, the gorgeous sunset and the dancing palms were quite an aura in itself, with the waves splashing against the shores pouring music into my ears. I sometimes wonder why do I always have to lose it to Sara – or is it a win to have her in my life!
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