May 7, 2012 § 5 Comments

Vehicles seep through the roots of these hills, steadily eating through their innards and feasting on the sights. They bring in gold, it is said, making all forgivable. Living in a tourist destination ensures summers breeding traffic, garbage and crowds. Bus routes change, exhibitions and festivals spring up, smiles flash from police faces stationed at every corner; we accommodate, we tolerate. All movement is monitored, we are on display.

Unlike Ootacamund, the queen of the hills, we remain an occasionally popular town with more leopard and gaur visiting. Still, sounds of the forest are replaced by those of festivity and street food stalls popping up overnight, as a vegetable show becomes a weekend of visitors for an otherwise quiet hill.


December 19, 2011 § 1 Comment

Festivities and the atmosphere they bring are travelling with the winter winds that roam these hills. Christmas, Hethai habba and Pongal; all to be celebrated within the next thirty days. Young people flock back to the hills that schooled them with resounding zeal, that can’t help but bring smiles to most faces. Families make time for each other as stories are exchanged, foods begin to taste better and the sky turns an even more ridiculous blue. There may be more errands to run, but the warmth they provide is comforting. And for the first time, I feel one with it all; as if this moment was waiting, resting in the depths of these valleys, only to smile warmly at me before rushing forward and swallowing me whole.

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