@16-04-18/ The Munnar diaries

At six in the morning, I was on a bus ready to start from Fortkochi to Ernakulam. I was the first person to be on the bus and the rank lasted long. After few minutes, someone came to the driver and yelled something in Malayali (in a friendly tone).

The driver went to the solo passenger and started with something, all I could understand was the “….Dalit bund…” in the middle of his sentence.

Well, let’s take a ferry

After a walk of two kilometers, I found that the ticket counter will open at 6:50. I  waited on the morning which was calm and the heart that was anxious. With ticket fare about four Indian rupees, I made it to the Ernakulam port.  I reached the RTC bus on the auto and there stood a bus which was about to travel to Munnar.

I found only one empty seat. Really, what are the odds…? What if there wasn’t any Dalit bund..?

Along the way to Munnar,

 

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the absolute stillness of the water…& 

Further on,

 

 

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green blankets everywhere…)

and finally,

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valley of tea plantations…!

 

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@16-04-18/ The Munnar diaries

After learning that the tea museum was closed, I decided to go for an open exhibition of various plants. After ten minutes of the auto ride, it started to rain.

I wasn’t lucky. Not at the very least but I don’t blame anyone. As a Solo traveller, what do I expect…?

Upon knowing that the Kathakali is being played nearby my hotel room, I decided to give a try,

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Kathakali- Mohini vadanam  

 

and at the end,

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Kathakali- Mohini vadanam

I called it a day and walked to the hotel.

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#The Ockhi Ruins

It is planned for as many days as it can take, Is it?

Although it inherits the most beautiful landscapes, nature is always said to be cruel. The ocean waves that does a joy-surfing or the desperate swim to save lives in the event of a storm. The past beauty now began to turn into a nightmare.

The Oukhi began in Lakshadeep and moved towards the coast of Kerala.

How could be the story of seven fishermen who died in the storm?

The one who couldn’t have gone if only he knew about the horrific storm or maybe he didn’t mind the tide. The other who went for another beautiful day in his work and ended up in the sea that fed him, all these years.

As I was watching the news, I almost could feel my map in complete chaos. I paid my respects to those who lost their lives in this unfortunate event.

I want to say that the life is precious (Although I didn’t know how much).  I’ve learned is that things are often tempting to be predictable yet no one knows how his/her today will end.

The choices we make are always in 0’s and in 1’s, like in the electronics. Both leads into a different situation yet we get the luxury to make the call.

 

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