Hello there, blog readers!
I know, I’ve been gone for long. But just so you know and if you feel concerned, I’m still alive. I’ve just been pushing the drafting of this post to another day, because my thoughts didn’t feel collected. Now that I found time (finally), here I am.
Just so you know the context of this post, I’d gone for my Diwali vacations, as I mentioned in the earlier post, to my grandparents’ place, in Andhra Pradesh. Though I live in Pune, Maharashtra (which is, if you don’t know, FAR), I’m native to Andhra Pradesh. I don’t go there quite regularly, and it is more of an annual or occasional affair. That sadly also means I’m not that attached to the rest of the family that lives there.
Get ready for some pictures of landscapes and a complimentary animal misadventure🙂
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This was a b&w shot I took while our train was on a halt. It felt like one of those pictures you see in a history textbook.
As we crossed states, the millet crops and black soils vanished. While we neared, we saw vast fields of paddy fields and red soils. Not to be that geography teacher, but I’m awed by the beautiful transitions of the soil diversity even as I revisit the pictures again.
Flash forward to a few days later, I found myself at my aunt’s house, paying a visit. There’s a beautiful green farm, with cattle and chickens! I only managed to take pictures of a small cute calf because others were a bit…rude. And the chickens just ran away.
The calf’s name is moony, and he’s quite the opposite of the moon. Well, he’s black. On the roof, I could manage to catch a glimpse of him, somewhere. All alone.
“Wait- this human was on the roof, now she’s coming at me?”
“No, no, you’re not coming closer-“
“You’re a funny human you know, and is that my food you’re holding? can I eat it?”
*hides the phone and runs*
Thankfully, his unnamed sister is pretty calm. She’s pretty gentle.
The most exciting part was our trip to Rampachodavaram. That is a huge name, I agree. Break the word and read it again. Much of the photo post is about that place.
This place is a beautiful forest with cool waterfalls. This is one of the best memories I take back from here, apart from my jovial and fun cousins’ playtime, eating loads of sweets and spending time with family.
This place is kind of a very lesser known area, it’s not that popular, at least as of now. Who knows, this post might attract someone. (and there goes my feeble attempt to contribute towards Indian tourism)
Trees were coming closer to form a canopy like thing (sorry that I cannot put it to nicer words apart from “like thing”), and I understand that I dramatize things a LOT, but as and when you go deeper, the forest gets denser and
On the way, we grabbed lunch. Not to mention the fact that there was no seating anywhere apart from a ginormous stone besides the waterfall (which was fine with me), there are a good amount of food stalls that give you bamboo chicken.
I don’t know if they do vegetarian, but I only know about chicken. The street vendors have huge grills with blazing flames where they put the bamboo on, that’s filled with chicken. It’s kind of the speciality in this region. And it did taste nice, apart from the fact that it was very spicy. Which is, again, fine with me.
We set off to go higher to find a better view of the waterfall, where there are less people. The path is rocky. Maybe that is why the picture above is blurry.
A few more wild shrubs and boring rocks-
That is how dense it gets as you climb uphill. But the denser it gets, the quieter it all seems. Just crickets in the background, and sticky skins. This place seems like somewhere Bear Grylls would go and build a house out of trees.
“Mr. Bear Grylls, you’re welcome to come here and build your new home…”
My dream house would be built somewhere near a waterfall like this. Waking up everyday to this, pleasant!
*also the fact that this forest hides potential wild life behind*
See that? Pretty, right?
Leaving all the beautiful things I’d seen there and coming back to live amongst buildings surely is angst mixed with nostalgia. It’s frustrating that I don’t get to live my native culture, while the rest of my family does. In Pune, everyone either speaks Marathi or Hindi (which I’ve gotten used to). Very occasionally do I find someone who speaks in Telugu (my mother tongue). Living in Pune doesn’t give me that familiarity of my native language.
I miss delicacies that are unfortunately found only in Andhra Pradesh. My parents tell me stories about their childhood that they experienced in their own state, such fun stories, of them sleeping under mango trees or nearly encountering a ghost or those little mischievous things they did with their friends. A huge part of their heart is still attached to that place, my parents’ don’t show it, but staying away from where they were brought up does shatter them and makes them sad.
I’d miss all those green fields, long coconut and palmyra trees, clean air of my native village and all the memories I made there. But I’m sure, I’d go back there, and I cannot wait until that happens.
No, I’m not interested in explaining where I was all these days and you’re probably even tired of waiting for me. I just held back this post, and making this post was so tiring, especially the editing! Anyways, I hope you all are alright.
Not-so-daintily loving you,