Tall coconut palms sway in the rain. Blue waters cut across lush green paddy fields and the sparkling colours make you wonder if Earth has snatched a fistful of rainbow from the sky. The God of small things, its clear, is in a magnanimous mood. I am returning to my birthplace after a three-year-sojourn in Delhi and Kottayam has spread out an emerald green carpet to greet me. Yes, the lovely small town does prefer to hide behind the obvious, unmindful of the fact that Arundhati Roys novel has put her on the world map. But all you need to do is look around to capture the treasures of a town considered synonymous with backwaters and boat rides.

