8th August 2014 – Mahe, India
Monsoon rains washed the russet streets away,in countless puddles of mirth, and unbundled joy.And while the streetlights chased their own reflection,the night found out that it now had a brand new toy.
I will be home for the next few days, as I fix a couple of visas for the next leg of my travel. With nothing much to do, I keep heading out to Mahe, that French piece stuck in the middle of a very British Kerala, just a short 5 minute ride away from my home. The beautiful Mahe river mouth, has often been a secret muse for me.
For those unaware, Mahe is a former French colony, which is situated between Kozhikode and Kannur, in Northern Kerala. After the French left, this small town was bundled with the other french colonies, and made part of Pondicherry. So, although the Maheiites are surrounded by Kerala, speak Malayalam, and love their Chicken biryani, it is very difficult to realise that they are actually not a part of Kerala.
And I don’t think they ever intent to become one.