A walk through the forest of Thattekad, 33 Kms over 3 days (& nights), was as enchanting as the Forbidden Forest of Harry Potter’s universe. While we scouted for the bird-life high & low, the woods serenaded me and created a magic that was best described by Gaston Bachelard in his book “The Poetics of Space” quoting Rene Mernard:
Now I am traversed by bridle paths, under the seal of sun and shade …
I live in great density … Shelter lures me.
I slump down into the thick foliage …
In the forest, I am my entire self.
Everything is possible in my heart just as it is in the hiding places in ravines.
Thickly wooded distance separates me from moral codes and cities.