This was the 40th post (Day 40) of an entire year-long series, which I named ‘Project 365′. The idea was simple enough: travel for a full year and document every day of it, in the form of a daily picture and poem. I am still working on a book of this year-long travel, but till then, enjoy all the posts here. You can check out the daily posts in the details below or jump to the final day of the project by clicking here.
10th August 2014 – Kozhikode, India
On a raucous beach, I found a hidden spot. Where time vanished forever, and so did pain.Solitude, at times, is like the waves at the beach.They crash the forgotten shore, again and again.
I had passed by Kozhikode, on my way from Chennai to Mahe. But that was on a train, and I didn’t get down. So today, I decided to ride back there. Mainly to see my longest friend, who has settled into the chores of marriage and parenthood. She wanted to cook me the most delicious Malabar biryani ever, but like most things in India, the LPG cylinder finished exactly today and a replacement can be expected only during the week. So, she settled on buying me some authentic Malabar biryani, which the famished side of me, ended up gorging copiously.
Further Reading: North Kerala has other delights to offer. Check out the forts of Kannur and Kasargode!
Now, this opinion may vary from person to person, but I have always believed that Malabar biryani is the best version of Biryani available in the whole of the country. Malabar refers to the northern part of Kerala, where Vasco Da Gama first set foot, making him the first European in India. Back then, new trade routes were opened by sea to Malabar, which resulted in an influence of cultures from Europe and the middle east, and also the growth of Islam in these regions. Over time, the 3 major religions have coexisted harmoniously in this region, but the food took on a strong Muslim influence. Actually, I am glad it happened that way. Especially after that amazing plate of Biryani for lunch today!
I was so enamoured with the food, that it took me until late afternoon to realise that I had not clicked anything for the day. So I say goodbye to my friend and her gorgeous 5-year old daughter, and went to the Kozhikode beach. This is the second longest beach in South India, after Marina beach in Chennai. And today was a sunday. So, as expected, the beach was packed like a bloody railway station!
I walked around to a hidden spot on the beach, where no one ever goes. But there was one guy who had already taken my spot there, sitting alongside a sea of solitude.
I had my camera. Well, he had his cigarette.