A Guide To Kerala Tour Packages At Any Age

The coronation is just a week away, but the king is missing. He has left no trail, he has no close family members to fret about his whereabouts, and perhaps he has wandered for years with no memories of his kingdom or subjects. When they trace him, he’s washing dishes in a hotel in Andhra Pradesh.

Like a forgotten feather, the story gently floats above the streets of Kerala, nudging a solitary memory on a rain-washed afternoon, lodging itself in a grandfather’s fond, once-upon-a-time narrative. Sometimes, when the power disappears with the sun on a summer evening, the story glows in the candlelight, its brightness overshadowing the debates on the weepy TV soaps, if only for a moment.

Its difficult to place these stories, to give them a date or year, in a town where the lines between the past and the present are inexplicably blurred. Even the Palghat Grazetteer was overwhelmed enough to be brutally honest, ‘’it is with great pleasure and no small relief that I bring out the gazetteer,’’ the editor sighed in the preface of the tome, ‘’Certain circumstances caused to render the compiling of the gazetteer a time-consuming task’’

There is a sneaking suspicion that Kerala Tour Packages enjoys being difficult. No label fits, no description is precise. Like a town that would rather be a village, it makes way for chariously when the sunlight falls on its golden paddy fields. Like a village that want to be town, it adores air-conditioned restaurants and faux amusement parks, and is immensely proud of the local cable channels that cover every-thing form school sports to dirty streets.