Homes and warehouses in Mattancherry
Picture taken during the Cochin Biennale

The parking attendant of a sari showroom in Kannur shelters from the sun.
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The monsoon has finally relaxed its heavy grip on Kerala.
Though floods devastate the northern states of Assam and Sikkim, we in south India are no longer inundated by the rains.
After weeks of feeling almost imprisoned, I took the opportunity to visit a friend in Kannur, a city in northern Kerala, two hundred and fifty kilometres from Cochin.
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Umbrella or Parasol?
Although we tend to use the word parasol when sheltering from the sun, umbrella is just as accurate.
*The word umbrella comes from the Latin “umbra”, meaning shade or shadow.
(The Latin word, in turn, derives from the Ancient Greek ómbros [όμβρος].)
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* Taken from Wikipedia

Today I came across a small Hindu temple, whose caretakers were an elderly Muslim couple.
Such gentle and unostentatious tolerance of different faith traditions,
in a country whose communal violence often descends into almost unimaginable carnage,
could probably only happen in Kerala.
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Picture taken in a small Hindu temple in Cochin.

Picture taken in Palace Road, Fort Cochin
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An explosion of welcoming colour spreads its canopy across the road.
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Picture taken in Fort Cochin

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“..et lux perpetua luceat eis.”
“..and let perpetual light shine on them.”
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Picture of votive candles taken in the Church of the Holy Comforter and St Cyprian, Washington DC

A vegetarian lunch palette in a Kerala roadside restaurant:
the fast-food equivalent of traditional sadya cooking.
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Picture taken in a roadside restaurant, travelling between Cochin and Kottayam.

We descend from a morning high above the snow-line, to noon in a very different world.

This is the Nubra Valley, where all is fiercely arid yet almost bizarrely colourful.

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Pictures taken during our descent to the Nubra Valley, Ladakh

A door, shoes and light.
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Picture taken in a Tibetan Buddhist monastery in Ladakh

Our new hotel’s ceiling.

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Picture taken in Fort Cochin.
Clip from the “Three Colours: Red” Trilogy

There is, of course, no autumn in the tropics,
nor spring, nor winter too.
Here on the Malabar coast, our temperatures vary very little between January and July.
What marks Kerala’s tropical seasons are the monsoon rains.

But deciduous trees must still drop their leaves.
They may fall individually, while the tree remains dressed in full and lustrous foliage.
Or occasionally, a tree will capriciously display its entire autumn wardrobe,
to stand alone in wistful copper tones, against the sea of vibrant greens.

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Photographs all taken in Kerala: the first two pictures shot in the Koottickal foothills of the Western Ghats; the last, a discarded coconut palm “leaf skeleton”, from the Chellanam backwaters.
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Pictures taken in Fort Cochin
Video clip from the “Three Colours: Trilogy“
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Pictures of shop refitting taken in Kannur, Kerala
Video clip from the “Three Colours Trilogy“.

Returning to Cochin, I hoped to find the restaurant we used on our outbound journey.
Although its wash-rooms had been busy with mosquitoes – a hazard that afflicts lady diners more than men - my guests particularly enjoyed the food.
It was a forlorn hope:
None of us had any idea of its name and we now had a different driver.
As the hours passed and we all became increasingly hungry,
I realised just how impractical the idea was.
With solemn reference to “stepping into the same river twice” and embracing new experiences, I asked Solly, our driver, to stop at the first decent-looking eatery.
Just a few moments later, a sign advertising good food appeared. Solly slowed the car to cross the road and enter a car-park.

It was, of course, the same restaurant we had so happily patronised four days previously.
And the food?
Just as good as before.
Though, for the life of me, I still cannot remember its name..
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Pictures taken in a restaurant somewhere on the road from Cochin to Trivandrum, Kerala.

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Picture taken in Mattancherry, Cochin.
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Gangtok maintains a garden of colourful flowers.
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Its older blooms are particularly exotic.
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Pictures taken at the Flower Show, Gangtok.

Colour.
If you’ve got it:
flaunt it..
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Picture of boy with umbrella taken in Upper Pelling, Sikkim.

Whether it’s women’s saris, men’s shirts, or house exteriors,
In India there’s an exuberant tendency to think pink!
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Picture taken in Fort Cochin.
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If you like a colour,
Go for it!
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Picture of a house-front, taken in Mattancherry, Cochin.