My train to Kochi was delayed by 3 hours and the place I was supposed to stay at was overbooked. So they offered me an alternate homestay I never heard of. I entered the city with an upset mood.

On my way to the homestay, I found the city at its peak. Every place crowded with buses or taxis or humans and yet there was ample amount of space to move. The city feels no different than any other while looking through the window of the taxi. But as you step outside, everything changes. The air is light, streets are lit, everyone is smiling and ready to help you with any information you need. The people at the homestay welcomed me as a part of the family. Whoever you meet not only have the impression but often say it out loud, “don’t worry about anything, you have a friend in the city now.”

The Arabs, British, Chinese, Dutch, and Portuguese all impacted the history and development of Kochi. Also known as Queen of the Arabian Sea, it is rich in culture, heritage and arts. Every cafe, home or even a small shop has at least one piece of art. It has small and beautiful beaches. The city itself feels like the Magnum Opus of an unknown artist.

As I sat in the cafe about to leave Kochi, the only thought that occupied my mind was, “I could stay one more day.”