After a pleasant drive alternating through the dense forests and infinity stretching paddy fields we finally reached Jincy's. We had just begun to let the beauty of the house sink in when Aunty got us some freshly prepared kashayam using krapooravalli leaves just plucked from her backyard. Let me tell you! They work magic on your sore throats in no time at all.Jincy took me for a short walk through her garden and the plantations in her backyard. There was no single spice we missed on starting from pepper, cardamom,Cinamon to even vanilla and cocoa. I had a chance to taste some mulberry from the tree before the silkworms could.The traditional built of houses in Kerala are quite a catch. The peculiar wooden hedge and the tiled roofs with a triangular arch are enough to make a Kerala house stand out distinctly.
As soon as we crossed the state borders, Pratheesh introduced us to a tiny bridge that literally was built by the Britishers overnight. Thanks to Pratheesh that he let the bizarre facts coming in till we finally discovered a spectacular stream that flew by the road. Not being able to withstand the rush of adrenaline we jumped into the water that very moment and caught quite a few glimpses of kids fishing and playing in the water. Although none of our mates were camera friendly.
A three-day stay at Jincy's in Mullankolly, Wayanad has taught me a lot about this place. But the one that has strum my chords the strongest is the 'larger than life' way of living. They do not exaggerate when they so proudly call it God's Own Country because there's a little piece of God in everyone's heart I met there. Say for instance this gentleman who was in the middle of his chore when he, with a welcoming smile, paused for my picture.