
The drive through the forests of Nallamala Hills was breathtakingly beautiful.

The afternoon was mild and we decided to take a walk through these festive streets. The air was forest-fresh and the critters and creatures, so very serene.


I was most enchanted with the thatched huts which lined the steps to the Krishna river.
Each of them was so sweetly decorated with vivid colors and pretty motifs.
I remember visiting my Aunt’s house in Tenali, every summer. Though theirs was not a mud house; they had a small hut in the backyard for the cows to keep cool from the hot sun.

And through out the day, it used to be the hub of all our activities… be it, tending to the cows or making dung cakes for the fuel or simply running round and round while my grandma was busy cooking on an open stove.

At the time, most of our relatives and friends were still living in mud huts with thatched roofs and I spent many an evening sitting cross legged on the cool floors, playing with my cousins or reading a favorite story book.

Seeing these little huts brought back a rush of memories which are indescribably delightful…

…if ever I have a dream home, this would be It! ^_^