My host told me that outside the cities, the people of Kerala still bathed in rivers and ponds. She told me about her great aunt who walked down a path from her house to bathe every morning in her own personal bathing pond. Seeing my wide-eyed enthrallment, arrangements were made to take me there, to see the ancestral home and the great aunt's beautiful bathing pond.
This was the best and most memorable experience of my visit to Kerala.
All the chatter in your mind suddenly stops as your brain cells get taken over by green undergrowth.
And then the experience of bathing here which must be some sort of baptismal renewal every single morning.
And then I flew back to Banglur.