The travel bug bit me one afternoon. I went to my friend's room and pitched the idea. "Let's go", she said. That's all that was needed. We set off on foot to the nearby bus stop. We took a bus to Thoppumpady. I generally carry a book while travelling. The book I was indulging myself in then was The Bastard of Istanbul, a novel by Turkish bestselling author Elif Şafak. One character in the book is that of an angry, young nineteen year old woman named Asya, a rebel, always against everything that the world expects of her, a dissonance in the music of world. I believe every woman has a little of Asya in her. For some, it has surfaced, many are still struggling. These musings were interrupted once in a while, when I used to look up perfunctorily and notice people hurrying back to their coves at the end of the day. For us, the day was just starting to begin.
We had to switch buses to reach Fort Kochi. I was engaged in a short conversation with a woman who was heading back home from her work. Although she didn't know english, she was trying her best to keep up the conversation. We had reached our destination in a jiffy or so, it seemed. A conversation always helps. We climbed on a Ferry, locally called a Jhankaar, to reach Vypin.
It was a beautiful ride, the breeze was a tranquilizer. I spotted a dolphin fin in the water and was ecstatic. We got off at Vypin and had some coffee while packing a chicken roll for later. We caught a bus to Kuzhupilly. The bus took us to the countryside. We saw a lot of tiny, moss-covered bridges, the setting sun as their backdrop. On reaching Kuzhupilly, we took an auto to the beach after haggling for a while.
The journey till the beach was exhilarating. In front of us lay a thin strip of road with water touching its edges on both sides. The backwaters were shining from the rays of the setting sun.