Image courtesy: Facebook“Oh! She looks familiar…” I could see workers of green colored city buses of Kozhikode whispering to each other. I visited Kozhikode after many months and hence their smiles made me happy. The feeling that you are not at all a stranger in a place where you had lived for more than one year is really special. I am really thankful to the city for refining me. I’ve always felt that if I did not go to Kozhikode, I’ll be a silent girl even now. I’d never imagined in my whole life that I’d become a chatterbox like this. Anyway, yesterday I visited Kozhikode, a city with an essence of village. Here are a few typical scenes from Kozhikode:
- Green buses are in a rush as usual
- Railway station and bus stand are crowded with travelers
- Enjoying a bright day, Mananchira Lake stays quiet and still
- With huge wooden blocks floating, Kallai Riverreminds of its golden era as a timber hub
- Parking spaces of hospitals are full with luxury cars
- Auto drivers still maintain their trademark of friendliness
- Street vendors busy with their business
- Shelves of hotels are filled with fried snacks
- Flower shows and cloth exhibitions in full swing
- Huge banners of cultural meetings and party processions are found all over the city
Whether it is long or short, journeys always tempt me to write. I might not scribble about tours and picnics I had. Instead some trips that draw memories will be posted here. Kozhikode is a city that made me dream, cry and live. Though it is just a 2 hour trip from my home, a travel to this place definitely cheers up my senses!
