When sky falling down on my way to Vagamon...
Serendipity: This photograph was the result of my careless click.
One of the bent on the some where near Vagamon.
On my back to Thodupuzha (Kerala, India) form Vagamon.
Vagmon....
Another Hartal (Strike) in Kerala, i was lost in bed in a rainy day, in utter confusion, what to do? then phone rings, to my surprise it was my colleague on other side, jumping in excitement, well i assumed it, as the joy of going to Vagamon was flowing with each word coming out of her mouth. Then everything happens in fast forward motion. All of us were ready in no time, met at the main door of the hotel by 2 pm. By the way i forgot to tell you we were three of us.
Squeezed our self in a taxi, and zoomed our way to Vagamon, it was such a pleasure cruising through hair pin bents of Vagamon, clouds kissing landscape, where monsoon clouds were acting like curtain every bent they reveal something new about this place, whole landscape was changing its color like a canvas, being painted and repainted. as we were reaching higher altitude, things were turning so surreal, rays of light playing hide and seek from time to time, and sound of small-small streams added musical effect to this whole journey. Monsoon rains has made this all the more green and our host and dost our taxi driver, Soby, was telling about the places around he was talking in Malayalam but, was able to figure out and if i don't sometimes my colleague Arayan, use to clarify it or some times Sneha. During this whole journey we didn't come out much form the car as it was raining almost all the time, and due to which we cancelled rest of the trip, but the slice of Vagamon we saw was unforgettable delight, how one can forget enchanting tea estates, filled with people wrapped in plastic bags, and picking leaves. (This may sound romantic but there was another face of the tea estates of this place large number of the labors who run their life on bare minimum wage), there rickety houses covered layer of the moss and kids loitering all over the small slum area. Suddenly on the next bent a newly married tribal couple walking with the family, may be to there village. after crossing bent there were few nuns walking, to church (i guess), firmly holding the umbrella to save it from the gust of merciless monsoon wind...
