Kaustubh’s Love Letter to Kerala: A DreamyTrip with Thrillophilia
Dear Kerala,
From the moment our feet touched your warm, red-earth roads, you felt like a long-lost friend. You welcomed us with open arms, cradling us in the fragrance of spices and the melody of rolling waves. We had heard tales of your beauty, but nothing could prepare us for the symphony of emotions you stirred within us.
Chapter 1
You stole our hearts early, Kerala, with Munnar’s emerald hug. The journey from Kochi to this highland haven was like being gently guided into a dream. Shammas, our ever-smiling guide, wove stories of your history as we passed the cascading Cheyyappara and Valara Falls. The air here was different- crisp, cool, and heavy with the scent of tea leaves.
Munnar’s tea plantations rolled endlessly, like waves frozen in time, their neat rows a testament to nature’s discipline. We visited a tea factory where the quiet clinking of machines transformed humble leaves into morning magic. Holding a warm cup of chai, we sipped not just tea but the essence of these verdant hills.
The evenings were a revelation of culture. We sat transfixed as Kathakali dancers painted stories with their faces, their dramatic expressions drawing us into tales of gods and demons. Later, the Kalaripayattu warriors took the stage, their movements a blend of power and grace that left us in awe.
Meals became a sensory adventure. Breakfasts of fluffy appams with rich, coconutty stew were simple yet soulful. One evening, we hesitantly tried Puttu, a cylindrical rice dish. Paired with spicy Kadala curry, it quickly became a favourite. Every bite in Munnar was a testament to your ability to comfort and surprise.
Chapter 2
Your stories grew richer as we ventured into Thekkady. The drive down winding roads was a journey through spice-scented air. Cardamom, clove, and cinnamon plantations stretched endlessly, their aromas mingling to create nature’s finest perfume.
The spice garden tour was more than just educational- it was deeply humbling. Each plant, no matter how small, seemed to have a grand purpose. The guide spoke passionately about the labour and love that went into every harvest, making us appreciate the simple pinch of cardamom in our morning tea.
But the highlight of Thekkady was the elephants. Bathing one of these gentle giants was nothing short of magical. As we splashed water over its rough, wrinkled skin, it responded with playful sprays, its eyes twinkling with mischief. In those moments, time stood still. It wasn’t just an activity; it was a bond, a fleeting connection that felt eternal.
Periyar’s forests, with their dense canopy and distant calls of wildlife, were a soothing symphony. Though our hopes of a boat safari were dashed by fully booked slots, the jeep safari was a thrilling alternative. The bumpy ride through rugged trails gave us glimpses of deer darting through trees and monkeys curiously eyeing us from branches.
Evenings in Thekkady were quaint. Our hotel, with its vintage wooden interiors, felt like stepping back in time. A short walk led us to a cosy café where we indulged in parottas and spicy beef fry, dishes that were as rich in flavour as in tradition.
Chapter 3
And then, Kerala, you gave us Alleppey- your masterpiece of serenity. The houseboat awaited us, its wooden frame adorned with intricate carvings, bobbing gently on the backwaters. As we stepped aboard, a cool breeze welcomed us, carrying with it the promise of relaxation.
The boat glided through narrow canals, revealing vignettes of life along the banks. Children waved at us from coconut trees, women rhythmically beat clothes against rocks, and fishermen cast their nets with practised ease. The scene was hypnotic, a slow dance of life unhurried by modern chaos.
The crew, ever gracious, treated us to a feast of Kerala’s finest flavours. Crispy pakoras and steaming chai in the evening were followed by a dinner that was nothing short of divine. Freshly caught crab, cooked in a fiery masala, was the star of the night. We ate under a sky studded with stars, the gentle lapping of water providing a soothing rhythm.
The next morning, the backwaters wore a different charm. Mist floated above the water, and the world seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of the sun’s first rays. Kayaking through this serene setting was a meditative experience, the oars slicing through the stillness as the world awakening around us.
Farewell, But Not Goodbye
As we drove back to Kochi, Kerala, you found ways to surprise us one last time. At the Kerala Folklore Museum, we were transported through centuries of art and tradition. The intricate wood carvings, ancient masks, and vibrant murals were a poignant reminder of your cultural richness.
Lunch at Dhe Puttu was the perfect farewell. The restaurant, owned by a local movie star, served the fluffiest Puttu we had ever tasted, paired with tangy fish curry that was pure perfection.
Kerala, leaving you felt like parting with a piece of ourselves. You are more than a destination- you are an emotion, a storyteller, and a healer.
Thank you, Thrillophilia, for orchestrating this symphony of experiences with such care and precision. And to you, Kerala, this isn’t goodbye. It’s a promise- a promise to return and let you enchant us all over again.
Forever amazed,
Kaustubh- A Grateful Traveler
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