The water rippled, and the sun shown bright, it's rays filtering though the curtains to wake her up. She stretched, tangled up in the sheets, as her mother enters the room and greets her.
"Come on now, we're going on a mini-cruise today, get ready," says the mother, as she collects her belongings from the bedside table and leaves.
She stares at the scenery in front of her, as she walks up to the living room, greeting her father a quick 'Morning!"
The great lake stares back at her. The sun is rising, as if coming out of the water itself, lighting up the place, enhancing its existent beauty. She steps into the balcony of the floating cottage she's living in. During yesterday's high tide, the water level had risen up alarmingly, and the entire house was swaying. Now, she noticed, the water level had receded back again, and the little fishes were swimming happily once more. Quiet breeze was soothingly blowing though the entire place, sending chills up to her spine. It was her last day at this majestic place, and she was already feeling the sad vibes of goodbye.
It had been a perfect getaway, from all the city noises, from all the cars, the air, smoke, the hectic life, the worry of work. The native villagers were one of the friendliest people she had ever met. The only language they could speak with her was with love, and English of course.
The cool, sweet taste of coconut water was unlike the ones she had grown up tasting at her city; it was sweet, but not overly so. It had a lingering taste of Toddy to it. She would definitely miss that flavour, something uniquely suitable to only Kerala.
The migratory birds line up near the balcony, them searching for their own breakfast. The sound of these air-rulers are calming.
It's a perfect place for peace, relaxation, and adventure at the same time. She notices a fisherman, rowing his boat in front of the cottage, going for his regular expedition. He sees her and waves, and she waves back. As she said, these villagers are very kind, and she has collected over 300 photographs as a small, insignificant recollection of this wonder; this beauty named Kerala.
It's wonder. beauty. Magic. Something you will never forget.
A/N: This was based on my recent trip to Kerala :D
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Narrativa generale"Musings and stories of an ordinary girl, who's just trying to sum up her infinite stream of thoughts into small little miracles."
