Vazhuvanthol is a quiet love affair. There is the unsaid yet conquering fullness that takes charge of your senses; the seductive lull of the dream world and the constant aspiring for the ineffable. The brook downhill, nestled amidst the woods, is where you begin the romance. The wilderness awaits, binding you in an embrace that seals off the frequencies connecting you to the rest of the world. A telling silence and thick foliage greet you at the Kannithadam forest check post. But you choose to ignore and lose yourself to the enveloping quiver of the green cantata. The change in the environs cannot escape one’s attention after the drive along the wide and busy Nedumangad-Vithura stretch. The vehicles can only take you as far as the clearing sprawled at the end of the motorable path.Just a lazy stroll away is the silvery little stream that tumbles down over slippery rocks to lace the bewitching woods. Hardly a kilometre from the check post, the unassuming stream betrays no inkling of its mighty origins uphill.The trek is your adieu to the city dweller’s ego. The nearly 3 km long stretch - carpeted with wet foliage, strewn with leeches, punctuated with roots and swinging branches and populated by countless birds - seeks an elemental union with nature. Your own voice is mere noise in this ethereal setting where the forest sings to you a symphony of its own. At the highest octave is the waterfall in all its sublime majesty, curing the weary traveller of all worries material. The caves on the way offer resting places while binoculars can keep themselves busy all through. If you do not let the waters wash you, you would not have bowed to the cathartic powers of nature.
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