K is for Kunhimangalam- the place of my birth.
|Palottu Daivam -A theyyam in the famous Malliyottu Palottu Kavu, a local place of worship...Imagesource|
One’s birthplace is a magical place to everyone. Most of us become emotional and a touch nostalgic talking about it, especially if one is away from there. I too find myself going through identical emotions while writing about my birthplace.
Kunhimangalam, is a picturesque little village in the north of Kerala- also known as God’s own country. Nature makes it a magical place with the presence of miles and miles of paddy fields, coconut groves, ponds, rivers, hillocks and the majestic misty hills of Ezhimala that form the western boundary. The Arabian Sea is just a couple of miles away and during the monsoon season, we can hear its hum clearly.
Legend has it that Ezhimala is a piece of the huge Himalayan mountain of rare medicinal herbs, which fell from the arms of Lord Hanuman when he was taking it to Lanka during the Rama-Ravana war. Ezhimala proves the legend true with the presence of many rare medicinal plants.
We are nature lovers and though the influx of Gulf money has led to the construction of many big bungalows and a higher standard of living, our people still believe in farming and cultivating our own grains and vegetables.
With many reputed schools and colleges, it is also a destination for knowledge seekers. With the many festivals, theyyams and cultural festivities, it is a colorful place to visit at any time of the year.
It is a strong hold of the Communist party with many households telling a story of having been safe havens for the Communist party leaders during the emergency period of 1975, when the party was banned and the communist leaders were being hunted by the police.
Yet another specialty is the presence of at least one family member who works in the middle east in every household. There are houses where all the male members of the family are abroad in one or the other middle-east country. I have many in my extended family working there and I too was part of the gang for quite some time.
Read more about my place HERE.
I had written about an evening walk that I took re-acquainting myself with the beauty of my land. Read it HERE.
I wish to share a few glimpses of my village.
|The Rivers (Image Source)|
|A regular Evening Scene near paddy fields (Image Source)|
|Mangroves in the river (Image Source)|
|Ezhimala railway station (Image Source)|
|A structure reminiscent of stone age civilization called Adupootty para. A person can easily crawl inside. The rocks are huge and heavy. A local historical site. Less frequented by people as it is near a graveyard. (Image Source)|
|A sunset to remember at the Ezhimala beach|
This post is a part of Blogging from A-Z April Challenge.
The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge was first held in 2010. The challenge is that we have to post every day of April, except on the four Sundays. April 1st is a theme with letter A, 2nd with letter B and so on till April 30th which will be Z themed. My theme is #Learning Everyday, I post about new random things every day.