A Holiday at My Home Town
An event I look forward to, till date, is a holiday at my hometown. Neither do my parents live there nor do many, relatives. My cousins, like me, are scattered all over the world. We still visit as we have our home there and one or two very dear aunts.
I belong to Kochi, in Kerala-God’s Own Country as the tourism department claims! My perfect holiday begins with a train journey (flights kill the chance of seeing varied terrain) and as we enter Kerala, I feel this special thrill that I belong to a land that is so lush green and beautiful. I am in love with coconut palms-they do add immensely to the beauty that is so uniquely “Kerala”. The highlight of my stay is a visit to my aunt’s place and a taste of authentic Malayali cuisine. The delicacies in coconut oil and the tempering with mustard and curry leaves, the fish, string hoppers….the list is endless, do wonders to my taste buds. The pact of life slows down for me in my father’s seldom visited home. I become dreamy and spend my time on a swing looking outside. It is heavenly when it rains. The walk by the sea is, again, something I never miss.
My stay here is generally short and that is why I always crave for more. Holidays are a pleasure anywhere but when you get to your roots, the charm is different altogether.
