Alleppey Diaries - Part III

Just like the boomerang, the boat and I had to return by 3PM. Just a two-hour gap, I strongly needed a nap. Woke up, got refreshed and was floored seeing the banana stuffed in the flour – Pazhampori it is called in Malayalam. If life is all about eating, this dish is a definite add to the elixirs list. I was served with two and was swallowing like Jerry swallowing the cheese. Not sure on the count but had hefty enough to create some bizarre sounds – ahem – in stomach.  Mr Shivadas, Manager, KTDC, Alleppey – The man with weight neither in his body nor in his head. Down to earth is a common idiom; this man was down to the underground. 38 years of service in the Tourism industry and such simplicity is a lesson to flaunting maniacs. The magnanimity in him was much taller than Chris Gayle as he offered a ride to the next spot – Marari beach.

 Marari beach – tourist’s paradise – clean and tidy. The hiss sound, the swirls and whirls, the pulling power of the waves tide made me to contemplate a woman - being single effect. I was there exactly at 6.25PM and there were very few swallows for the sun to set. Though the sun had few minutes to be swallowed completely by the sky, it quenched my hunger in the eyes.  You could sit here for 100 more years, and nothing is as insightful as this will hit you ever again. Clever idea is, better donate your eyes to someone in Kerala. Quite startled to see boys who were in unusual kicks, playing football, some were using nets. not for fishing. but for volleyball. I stood aghast not flirting at the girls out there which quite explicitly explain how beautiful the sunset was. How could one possibly portray a sunset? I am neither William Wordsworth nor Leonardo Da Vinci. Let my pictures do some talking (Posted below).

The beach smell which was wafting up my nostrils made me sit there for a while. I was like, make me a statue, give life only to my eyes and make me sit here until the earth extinct. I wished I could Job trot here every evening. With joy as seeing my old flame, I left the beach. Decided to board a bus rather than an auto. Boarding a local bus, speaking to a random person, where my Malayalam is meek and he giving valuable advise on how to love a woman was the irony of the trip travelled all alone. Mr Biju, bespectacled, aged around 59, a retired Government staff where his vocal cord was as thin as a strand of hair. He spoke Christianity, I spoke Hinduism, and all ended with “how to love a woman” – Thank you, India. Went back to my room happy as Larry slept reminiscing about the day’s story.

Day 2 – The End, will be posted shortly. Time for my next trip.