A stark contrast from the dry landscape in Maharashtra, Karnatak had a little more variety for us. For starters the soil here is red so the trees were reddish which made good seeing. The road we took to visit my grandmother’s village, Ankola was a one lane road but well done. There were many trees on either side of the road many a times forming a canopy which made the “scene-scenery” pleasant.
Fun facts: Trees in Uttar Kanara shed their leaves in summer so sometimes it looks like you’re on a haunted road.
What happened next was totally whacky. About a hundred trucks had jammed the road some 15 kms off Ankola and we didnt know any other alternative routes. We were in a soup. (=Its the IDEAL FILM situation. The protagonist is stuck with no way to reach the destination. The audience is getting desperate. Whats going to happen!!! *Breathe Breathe* )
A Whole New World
It was just divine actually that we reached in time for the Aarti. For my grandmother it was another world going back to the place where she grew up, she opened this door for us, showed us the village during her time. It wasn’t very difficult to imagine coz the village was pretty much the same. The roads were better and people lived in better houses but the house in which my grandmother grew up was intact and so was the well from which they drew water. It was so touching to see her re-visit all of this.
We also visited another temple called Shantadurga which unfortunately was closed. There we met a bhatmam (=priest) who was my grand-uncle’s classmate and the old priest who was there during my grandmother’s time. And he still remembered her!!! Another priest specially opened the temple for us and allowed us to photograph.
Discoveries:: Cows climb on rocks, house porches and steps to get food to eat. Although scary at first, cows are really cute and understand what you say to them.
the car who led us thru the villagethe pretty devi at the ShantaDurga temple.