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Beyond seas and hills

On Kozhikode beach in early 1990s


The oceans and the mountains have their unique charms. The mystery of the mountains and the infinity of the oceans can hold us spellbound. Sometimes they invite us to meld into them and vanish altogether. The cliffs have often invited me to jump off them and the seas have stirred similar longings.
 
At Malampuzha Dam in late 1980s
There are other places too without seas and mountains but with a lot of charm and grace. They may be the trails through a village whose pristine beauty has not been swallowed by the octopus of development. Even a desert has its own music to entice us with.
 
Maggie melding into a shrine at Mahabalipuram in late 1990s
A year ago I visited Mango Meadows, world’s first agricultural theme park. It is in central Kerala, 30 acres of land tucked into typical Keralite villages. It has an amazing variety of plants which were once used in Kerala’s traditional medicines. Apart from them, there are also other trees and plants which are on the verge of vanishing from the face of the earth because of ‘development’.

I loved the place for its sheer natural beauty with all those plants and trees as well as the lake in which you can go boating. You can also go cycling on the narrow lanes within the park. I loved that too.

Here are some pictures from that visit.

A view of Mango Meadows

Even the art in the park is in tune with the park's theme

There's even a traditional rowboat!

I loved the cycling 

PS: Written for In[di]spire Edition 253: #Travel

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  1. Bookish delight and joyDecember 21, 2018 at 7:35 PM

    Very interesting

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 21, 2018 at 11:30 PM

      You must have been surprised to see one of your old friends.

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  2. dee NambiarDecember 22, 2018 at 7:49 AM

    Mango Meadows sounds like an interesting place.

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    1. dee NambiarDecember 22, 2018 at 7:54 AM

      I just looked up the site from the link in the post. Impressive! :)

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    2. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 22, 2018 at 8:47 AM

      I liked the place. It is quite unique as you must have understood from their site.

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  3. Neeraj KumarDecember 22, 2018 at 9:58 AM

    And I thought that it was only me who thought of diving into the seas and jumping off the cliff when encountering them. The Pics are really refreshing sir. And the first pic seems as if a still from a movies having all its heroes.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 22, 2018 at 11:25 AM

      Glad to meet a kindred soul. 😃
      The first pic belongs to those wanton days of thoughtless youth.

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