Elias nodded and walked down to the canal bank. His small wooden vallam (boat) was bobbing gently. In the peak season—December to February—this canal would be a highway of houseboats, filled with Russian and European tourists clicking cameras at the egrets. The water would be churned into a brown froth by diesel engines.
"Prosperity!" Elias shouted back.
"Yes, Ammamma," Elias replied, setting down the steel glass. "I’m going to the market." off season in kerala
"Finished your tea?" his grandmother called out from the kitchen, her voice competing with the rhythmic chirping of crickets. Elias nodded and walked down to the canal bank
That was the crux of it, Elias realized. The peak season was for the people; the off-season was for the land. It was a time for restoration. The rivers refilled, the trees shook off the dust, the locals caught up on their sleep, and the earth healed from the trampling of a thousand feet. The water would be churned into a brown