After a night’s train from Goa, I had a whole day in Kerala waiting for my second train to Tamil Nadu. I walked around this city with my big backpack to kill some time, and I knew it well. I once lived not far, where I studied Traditional Kerala Temple Mural Painting part time at an institute for five years.
I’ve reproduced all my artwork at a printing house here, and I popped over to get a first run of posters out for my big project in Goa this season, the first World Mouth Harp Festival of India.
With that, my good friend Adarsh came to pick me up with my backpack on a motorcycle, and I got to zip back to my old hometown Guruvayur for a few hours. Ah, nostalgia!