Memories from the land I call home
I’ve always wanted to drive. That desire started when I was young, watching my dad drive his jeep like a pro. He was effortless behind the wheel, and I was in awe. Someday, I’ll write a post just about his driving skills. But back then, I never thought I’d be able to learn in my... Continue Reading →
In our plantation, we had three or four naatu mango trees—tall, towering ones that had been there for years. These trees were special. Unlike other mangoes that are picked early and ripened at home, these ones followed their own rhythm. When the wind blew just right, the ripe mangoes would fall to the ground. Their... Continue Reading →
Another rainy day in Puliyara (my village) and another story that found me when I wasn’t looking. I was walking back to where our jeep was parked, slowly making my way through the slushy path, stopping now and then to take pictures and videos. The greenery was glowing after the downpour, and the Siruvani river... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I decided to head to Coimbatore just to relax. It was raining and I almost cancelled the plan. But then the sun peeked through the clouds and I chose to go ahead. I got down at the Kerala - Tamil Nadu border and boarded a bus to Coimbatore. When the conductor came around, he... Continue Reading →
Our plantation rests quietly on the banks of the Siruvani River. It is a place that has witnessed many seasons and many stories. During the rains, the river often overflows, making it impossible to cross. We would have to take a long route on foot just to reach the other side. I believe it was... Continue Reading →
Home between the hills 