I am often asked, what makes me happiest. I answer, “My backpack, camera, and a ticket that leads to a place untraveled.”
Little do I write travel pieces. All these years, all my travel pieces have been restrained to my personal diary. I still remember those days when my mother used to correct my travel pieces filled with spelling and grammatical errors, and the handwriting which is better named as scribbles.
Not that I have calligraphic handwriting or write like a Grammar Nazi, I have my part of flaws. I try to write according to my heart’s content.
My visit to a small district of Karnataka, named Kodagu aka Coorg, has been absolutely enthralling. The invigorating journey to this place which served the purpose of shooting a documentary film on the exploitation of the River Cauvery. This river not only has a mythical connection with the place, but also serves as the only source of water for the whole State of Karnataka.
The beguiling view from the hill-top of TalaCauvery