Ezhikkara is where my Tharavad (ancestral home) is. As kids, this is where we got together and spent most of our school vacations. A small village with lagoons and lush greenery, this place has still managed to maintain its old world charm.
I was there a couple of days ago with my son and niece, and managed to click a few pictures as we walked through narrow embankments surrounding the paddy fields. How come it took me these many years to really appreciate the beauty of this place?
