“”In Kosbad durimg monsoon,There are so many shades of green,
Your mind forgets other colours””( opening lines in Sujatha bhat’s poem ..the Himalayas.
This is absolutely true of Kava.we are get lost in the vast stretches of green surrounded my fog clad mountaim ranges of Western ghats., we lose our identity and space of existence as if in a dream.we are reduced to nano human beings in the vast s green space.green meadows, clean water, green grass,ancient palmyaras and the endless clouds. we reach Kava’s green meadows around the reservoir of Malampuzha dam if you travel six kms along with Anakkallu route.
Kava, the reservoir region of Malampuzha is surrounded by the mountain ranges belonging to western ghats.we can see on the left eastern side mountains with semi globular rocks upon it . its called Aduppootty mala.
Aduppu in Malayalam means oven.Palamala , Kondamala,and Dhony mala protects the reservoir. Onnam puzha. Ayyappan thodu. Kallampuzha, Mayiladippuzha. Cherupuzha join in this reservoir.Kavarakkundu waterfall is a terribly beautiful spot associated with Kallampuzha.
- We start to float like tides over the green ocean of grass.Green colour goes on for miles as far as eye could see when you come down to the meadows through Pookkundu. God has used only green to paint the serene seventh meadow if it existed !?The region is a wonderful stretch of green grazing meadow!
- .You will be get lost in the loneliness amid the vast space. The air over the meadow gets lighter and lighter as we hold the gaze upon the horizon.There had never been anything really between the space and you.. We can spot humans very rarely except for the fishermen who floats on inflated truck tubes and catch fish for fun.
Loose clouds are shaken off from the intertwining black clouds and lake like leaves rom the branches of tree as Shelley described in ode to the west wind .The clouds are angels of rain and lightning on the blue surface of winds airy waves spread all over the sky .The locks of the approaching storm look like the dark hair up lifted from the from the head of some fierce Maened perhaps the Yakshi of Malampuzha almost instantly wrapped up in their field.Nature realises Shellian experience once again before us.
The silence between we and the meadow would be peculiar and unique. When the after noon deepens over Kava ,the clouds filter the slanted rays and send down the pure towards the earth.
. The mountains glitters in misty glow. The water in the lake dilates its eyes suddenly as in a wild ecstacy.
The immense piles of dark coloured clouds start to merge as if the mountains create them silvery blue to strange shades of blue black ,then into dark shades of blue and black..the sky fills itself with passion..
we can see the movement of the clouds very clearly there.
We can see ancient Palakkadan palmyaras on the grass land.the never ending wind comes thrugh forever and forever.All the chords of our soul harp hum with infinite joy, the rough rustle of the palmyara leaves fails to stand apart from the infinite humming.