Today, we decided to go back to the forests. We wanted to meet Thangappan’s family. When we crossed Kurangini Village, we met a tribal man who was on his way to lower Muthuvakodi. He decided to hitch a ride with us. As we drove through the hills, the familiar sight of the canopied forests welcomed […]Read more "Rest Of My Family Travel Diary: Day 15"
We sat beside Thangappan and his son till the sun went down. Pointing at a dilapidated structure beside his house, he spoke to his son in hushed tones. Dried silk cotton pods adorned the porch of the hut; its doors slightly disjointed at its hinges. Thangappan’s son whispered in his ears and left towards the […]Read more "Rest Of My Family Travel Diary: Day 13 (Final Part)"
We spent the morning cleaning the house, clearing pathways and packing everything we required to head back to town. At around 3 pm, we took the narrow trail leading to Thangappan’s house. A deep hush fell over the sylvan thickness just as the woods echoed the music of roaring thickets in a distance. As wild […]Read more "Rest Of My Family Travel Diary: Day 13 (part 1)"
Today, we ventured into the jungles again. The persisting sound of wilderness was carried aloft by the winds as the forest transformed into ripples of cascading echoes. Betwixt the luminous haze of shadow and light, there’s a song of mystery, yearning and deep ecstasy in the woods. Every cell, every crevice and every root throbbed […]Read more "Rest Of My Family Travel Diary: Day 12"
After a long drive through lush green fields, we took a walk around Bodi town in the afternoon. The relentless onslaught of Tamil Nadu heat scorched the earth as tall lifeless shrubs withered to the ground. The town wore a forlorn look. Sprigs of wilting foliage adorned the parched landscape, as we walked towards the […]Read more "Rest Of My Family Travel Diary: Day 11"
A misty dawn crept over the sleepy town of Bodinayakanur. Light rose above the hills and the frigid winds were soon replaced by crisp morning air. Thin plumes of white smoke unfurled in the sky as women drew rotational symmetric patterns of Kolam outside their homes with rice flour. Soon, blaring horns broke the serenity […]Read more "Rest Of My Family Travel Diary: Day 10"
“I don’t know what it feels like to be happy; I’ve never had happiness. My husband left us when Mari was just six. Every day I go to the cardamom fields and Mari goes to the garage. That is our routine and may be it will remain the same till we die,” said Kanmani in […]Read more "Rest Of My Family Travel Diary: Day 9 (Final Part)"