Velliyankallu: where river, legend, and madness meet πΏπ After Pattambi, I stopped at Velliyankallu, a silent granite outcrop watching over Bharathapuzha. Here, Nila slows down, spreads itself wide, and seems to remember older times—when stories flowed as freely as water. This land is deeply soaked in the legend of Parayi Petta Panthirukulam—the twelve children born to one mother, scattered across these very plains, raised in different homes, becoming ancestors of many communities. Along Bharathapuzha, this story feels alive: one river, many banks; one origin, many identities. It is also the land of Naranathu Bhranthan—the barefoot wanderer who laughed at the world’s logic, pushing stones uphill only to let them roll down again. Standing at Velliyankallu, the rock itself feels like one of his companions, silently asking: Who is truly mad—the one who sees through illusion, or the ones trapped inside it? Velliyankallu has long been a marker and meeting point—for travellers, ...
My name is Ashok Kizhepat I weave together stories where my ideas intertwine with the cadence of the generative transformer creating something that feels surreal and new