KAVA
Kava, a plant which is used in
the pacific regions which was historically grown only in the pacific islands of
Hawaii. The roots of the plant is used to produce a drink which is primarily
consumed to relax without disrupting one’s mental consciousness.
I’m not describing about this
plant but something which is very similar to this plant, which helps you to
relax and find yourself close to the nature and its serine beauty.
Both share
the same name and this is all about ‘KAVA’, the best place near to my home - plethora
of reasons to love it.
KAVA
Radiant beauty in the hills of Malampuzha, without losing its
serenity to the human expansion.
When thousands of people throng the Malampuzha gardens during the weekends and holidays to see the beautiful carved park, the joy-ride through the ropeway car over the woods and crossing the dam, the musical fountain, and for boating.
Very few like me cross this busy tourist spot and drive through the
woods of Malampuzha to ‘KAVA’.
Every time I passed through these roads it was different
experience. All four seasons I have been here and every time I pass through the
roads, the canopy would be entirely different. It was best after the
rains and the probably in the months of August.
This time the winter was receding and the trees shed their leaves
and laid a carpet of ripe leaves. The silence of the nature was disturbed only
by the cracking sounds of the engine. If you are from a place where your
ear drums are blown away by the cranky sounds of the traffic, then this is the
ideal spot for you to visit. You may not find the bison, boars or leopards but
you would admire the way it welcomes you.
These are the eight tall affable palm trees that welcomes you. I
always wish that it stand tall like this for years and welcome many more
generations who would visit this beautiful place.
The trails that whirls along those palm trees would lead you to the
vast lush green valley, standing onto the right is the hills, like a giant who
have worn a thick velvet green armor of trees. This giant is cooled off by the
far away winds which caress the waters of the reservoir flowing along the
valley. The clouds would settle between these hills and flourish the green
meadows during the rainy season making it green through the year…
We could hear the chirping sounds of the birds, the cool breeze
that passed through the palm leaves stroking them to sing in a melancholy. The horizon turned its facial glimpse into the crimson red and the
patches of clouds were lit by the rays. Felt like the dark and light shades of
orange patches in the sky and its reflection in the waters made the whole area
lit up to say a final bye to the setting sun for the day.
This is the moment of your life that you would really enjoy with
your beloved ones.
A fisherman was trying his luck and I am sure this is a cake walk
for him and the river would flood his nets with fish and would be day for him.
Unlucky that I couldn’t capture those, there are certain moments which you
forget to capture in a camera.
We spent some time there visualizing the beautiful canvas sketched
by the nature, clicked few pictures to cherish these moments when our hectic
life engulfs our mind and to ensure our inner-self that serenity is not so
long..
Pack the bags, switch on the music, let the
wheels do the rest....
Wayanad is a gorgeous place...have been there so many times and still love it.
ReplyDeleteI went there and it was enthralling. I would soon write about it and it will reach you Ami..
DeleteI went there and it was enthralling. I would soon write about it and it will reach you Ami..
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