I believe fort kochi is its very best on rainy Sundays.
The quiet isolation these days bring is perfect to watch these little islands unfold it’s discreetly held secrets and and present you with the chaotic beauty of its character.
Its like a fresh new flower in an ancient tree. The rain washes away the dust from the old Portuguese style buildings making way for the new, swanky restaurants and art studios.
Hunter green and brown are the colours that dominate the town. But little splashes of cobalt blue cropping up in the Portuguese walls and window sills. And bright flashes of red popping from the more modern art of graffiti.
All morning could be spent exploring the kochi synagogue and the quaint flee market that line every street. Breaks from shopping could be taken to drink warm cups of tea by the waterfront restaurants.
These unique restaurants are often found in the most unexpected places. It’s entrance might be old and run down, almost invisible under the dense creepers that infest the walls. However if one has the curiosity to explore further into these gate it is very likely to find a charming and romantic restaurant facing he backwaters or the sea shore.
Afternoons can be spent watching the sunset into it’s fantastic red decline by the marine drive, with the dark silhouette of the Chinese fishing nets.
Kerela can be extremely frustrating to the youth. Especially the female youth who are so constantly “guarded” by family that she does not come across even a hint of rebelliousness or abnormality through her bringing up. Thus, she is left alone. Her own will and desire battling against what her well trained brain insists is right and moral, since the world around her too believes it is thus. Left in the chaos and the rubble of her senses the suffocation sets in. Squeezing out every drop of life, leaving only matter of fact bitterness at the world. Shrinking her world to the few things she allows herself pleasure from, whether she did or didn’t enjoy them.
Fort Kochi prevents this. It is like the fresh novel breeze bringing the salty smell of jasmine and the ocean to the dusty broken world littered with old plastic flowers and termite ridden bibles.
It gives hope.