As we negotiated our way up the highest peak in Wayanad, the top seemed achingly near, ringed by a tiara of clouds. Our reticent VSS (Vana Samrakshana Samiti) guide from Meppadi made an odd clucking sound to get our attention and motioned below. We looked back and gasped at the sight. It was indeed a heart-shaped lake or, as locals quaintly called it, Hriday Saras When we had sat by it half an hour earlier, it had looked more like liver, but from up here there was no mistaking its shape. We pointed to the top and asked, Chembra Some more guttural sounds followed, which seemed like a no.




