1/5 Mohanakannan P. 7 months ago on Google
Let
me
unravel
the
chronicle
of
my
misadventure
at
the
Chithirapuram
Palace,
an
escapade
that
began
with
a
simple
WhatsApp
booking
and
ended
in
a
saga
more
slippery
than
the
very
road
that
led
me
to
this
peculiar
palace.
So,
there
I
was,
all
hopeful,
having
booked
a
room
via
the
modern
mystique
that
is
WhatsApp.
Little
did
I
know,
the
journey
would
unveil
itself
as
an
odyssey
worthy
of
an
ancient
Greek
tragedy.
Upon
reaching
the
vicinity,
the
sight
of
the
road
caught
me
in
a
limbo
between
incredulity
and
outright
panic.
It
was
steeper
than
my
aunt's
gossip
and
slipperier
than
a
politician
dodging
questions.
This
road,
draped
in
green
moss
like
a
slippery
catwalk
for
frogs,
welcomed
me
with
open
arms,
and
by
open
arms,
I
mean
it
tried
to
embrace
my
car
into
its
slimy
bosom.
The
spectacle
was
not
just
remote;
it
was
the
kind
of
remote
that
makes
the
phrase
'middle
of
nowhere'
sound
like
a
cozy
city
centre.
The
whole
place
had
an
aura
of
mystery,
like
a
scene
from
a
horror
movie,
complete
with
the
soundtrack
of
my
anxious
heartbeat.
Summoning
courage,
I
ventured
to
take
a
peek
at
the
room.
Surprisingly,
the
rooms
were
more
delightful
than
a
surprise
discount
on
shoes.
But
alas,
dear
reader,
the
allure
of
a
comfy
room
couldn't
mask
the
fact
that
I
was
practically
in
the
wilderness,
miles
away
from
the
bustling
charm
of
Munnar
town.
It
was
as
if
I
had
booked
a
room
in
Narnia,
only
with
fewer
talking
animals
and
more
eerie
silence.
As
I
hesitated
at
the
precipice
of
indecision,
pondering
my
predicament,
the
folks
at
Chithirapuram
Palace,
in
all
their
remote
regality,
declared
a
firm
"no"
to
my
refund
request.
It
was
like
negotiating
with
the
Sphinx,
only
less
enigmatic
and
more
frustrating.
The
booking
fee,
it
seemed,
had
embarked
on
a
journey
of
its
own,
far
from
my
pockets.
In
conclusion,
if
you
fancy
a
remote
rendezvous
with
nature,
and
by
nature,
I
mean
moss-covered
roads
and
the
eerie
symphony
of
solitude,
Chithirapuram
Palace
might
just
be
your
cup
of
questionable
tea.
For
me,
it
was
an
escapade
into
the
unknown,
a
comedy
of
errors,
and
a
lesson
in
the
art
of
choosing
accommodations
more
wisely.
So
here's
a
word
to
the
wise:
if
you
like
your
roads
straight
and
your
refund
policies
fair,
you
might
want
to
steer
clear
of
this
mossy
mystery.
Cheers
to
slippery
adventures
and
lessons
learned,
even
if
they
come
at
the
price
of
a
non-refundable
booking
fee!
