Koodle is a tiny hamlet (about 15 families, give or take), situated on the backwaters of the river Sharavati, that my maternal grandmother once called home. I have many fond memories of the place and its people, from my childhood - many of which have no doubt been embellished by the usual romanticism associated with good memories from bygone times.
This past December, I revisited Koodle, after a really long time.
|Signboard saying Koodle in Kannada|
They say no man visits the same river twice, because it is not the same man, and it is not the same river.
Koodle is definitely not the same. It has continuous electric power, internet, a western-style toilet etc. (all of which my daughter appreciated!). A few familiar people and voices have disappeared, while the ones that remain sound older, and wiser.
The soul of the place has not changed - it is still stuck in some strange time capsule. The raw beauty of the place and its people is still palpable. The vast forests of coconut trees are still glorious. They looked more impressive in person, than in my recollections.
|A view from the hilltop|
Speaking of fish - we ate so much! My aunt, a tireless hostess, kept churning out amazing stuff from the kitchen.
There are very few pleasures in life that can rival eating fish for dinner - fish - that were alive and well during lunch time.
We had an amazing time!