Since it was some 23 kms from our restaurant, we decided to go back to our hotel, pick our bike and drive, instead of hiring a cab or auto. The road were clean and surrounded with greenery, and the pleasing weather was like an added cherry on the cake. Just before reaching our destination, we found a pleasant lake on our way and thought to halt and give it a look. As we walked down through the muddy-dumpy path, we found ourselves standing in a land that seemed unreal. Blue water till the reach of eyes, dramatically roaring rain clouds, pleasant breeze hugging us tight and greenery all around. I could sit there for hours, doing nothing, and just admiring nature, appreciating the aura of the place. But since we didn’t had whole day, and could easily anticipate rain, we convinced our hearts and headed further.
As we approached KRS, we say the crowd of tourist, sticking along the fence, and popping on one another to get a glimpse of something we didn’t knew. The way towards the fence was filled with plentiful food stalls and the air was filled with cacophony and pleasant aroma of local delicacies. As we approached the fence we were so impatient to be like other tourists and get the best place near the fence. The place was so crowded that we were patiently waiting our turn to grab the best spot for the perfect view, and finally we succeeded. As I balanced on the small rock lying on the ground, I could see heavy streams of water gushing out of the giant gates of the dam, and hammering the massive stones on its way. The collision of water with the rocks gave us free shower of cool and pleasant water over our face. The feeling was like that I am standing inside the clouds.
As we soaked ourselves in that mesmerizing place, we realized its time for us to leave. On our way back we saw raw bananas lying on a small food stall, which drew our attention. A middle aged women, draped in clumsy saree, tiered with her looks but wearing a welcome smile on her lips, was frying raw bananas coated with gram flour. We never tasted this before, so thought to give it a try. It is called ‘Vazhakka Baji’ a type of ‘Pakodas’ made especially in South India.
As we roamed around the place of KRS dam, enjoying the vivid and lively mood all around we lost track of time. When it was 6:30 P.M we hurried back to our bike and raced towards Mysore Palace in night to witness the light show.