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Coffee, Coastline and a ₹5,000 Hotel Deal: Our Kanyakumari Escape


Tuesday, 25 August 2026

Waiting for the Green Signal

The day began quietly at home. I stayed back until around 2 PM so Yamuna could finish her office work without pressure. Once she was nearly done, I went to Delhi World Public School and picked up the children early.

Onam Outfits Saved the Clock

By the time we returned, Yamuna had packed everything and was ready. The children had attended school in their Onam attire, so there was no changing, dressing or last-minute preparation. Our neighbours and close friends, Santhanam and his family, joined us—and by 3 PM, our Kanyakumari escape was underway.

Coffee for Us, Ice Cream for Them

Our first break was at Sri Krishna Pannai Paal. The adults settled for the comforting combination of coffee, chai and hot vada, while the children naturally chose ice cream. Refreshed and recharged, we returned to the car and continued south.

When 250 Kilometres Felt Like 25

I drove the entire distance—nearly 250 kilometres—but it never felt like a long journey. Interesting conversations with Santhanam’s family, mixed with the children’s chatter and excitement, made the kilometres disappear. Sometimes, the right company is better than any playlist.

Santhanam versus the Hotel Tariff

We reached Hotel Rajeshwari International at around 6:30 PM and asked for two deluxe rooms. That was when Santhanam revealed his negotiation talent. The original quote was ₹4,800 per room, but he managed to secure both spacious rooms for a total of ₹5,000!

Peace Beside the Highway

The hotel turned out to be a pleasant surprise—large rooms, a peaceful highway location away from the town’s congestion, and even a swimming pool for the children. The setting was calm and comfortable. The food, however, did not appear to be its strongest attraction.

Returning to a Reliable Dinner Table

Instead of experimenting with the hotel food, we returned to Hotel Chitra Pure Vegetarian Restaurant. It was our second visit, and the restaurant proved dependable once again. We enjoyed a good, satisfying dinner before heading towards the sea.

Where Three Seas Meet

After dinner, we walked around Triveni Sangamam and visited the iconic tip of the Indian mainland. The roaring sea, cool night air and illuminated Thiruvalluvar statue gave the place a completely different character after dark.

Anand Nataraj, Yamuna, Santhanam’s family and the children near the illuminated Thiruvalluvar statue at Kanyakumari
Two families, one memorable evening beside the sea at Kanyakumari.

Messi, Ronaldo and a Little Shopping

The children’s excitement continued through the nearby shops. We bought them IPL, Messi and Ronaldo T-shirts and stopped for a lively photo session. Between the shopping, laughter and photographs, the evening gained the cheerful disorder that only a family trip can create.

Aradhya standing beside the rocky shoreline and powerful sea at Kanyakumari at night
A quiet encounter with the powerful night sea.

A Bench, the Sea and a Mental Reset

The most peaceful part of the evening required no activity at all. We sat on a park bench facing the sea and allowed the sound of the waves to slow everything down.

Santhanam and I had a relaxed conversation. Yamuna and Santhanam’s wife became absorbed in theirs, while the children remained happily occupied. Everyone had their own little space, yet we were enjoying the moment together. It was a genuine mind detox.

The Fastest Check-In Was into Sleep

By the time we returned to the hotel, the driving, walking and excitement had caught up with us. There was no energy left for late-night conversations or elaborate plans for the morning. We reached our rooms, settled in—and everyone simply crashed.

Some journeys are remembered for the destination. This one will be remembered for how effortlessly 250 kilometres passed—in conversation, laughter, food, friendship and a few quiet minutes beside the sea.

A Dinner Without Rush – Rare Luxury in Madurai


Today we went out for dinner — my family and my friend’s family together.

Being a vegetarian in Madurai is not easy. Options are limited. And even in those few hotels, the model is mostly quick service. You order, food comes in 5 minutes, and before you finish your first dosa, you can feel eyes around you.

Three or four families standing nearby.
Waiting. Watching.
Silently asking, “Are you done?”

Irony is — we also do the same when we enter. We scan plates. We calculate who might leave first. We mentally reserve a table before it is even free.

There is no space to sit and talk. No time to laugh loudly. No feeling of outing. Just eating and leaving.

But today was different.

We went to Marudheeswara Restaurant at Iyer Bungalow.

Yes, we had to wait for 30 minutes.
But surprisingly, it didn’t feel like waiting.

They made us sit in a garden-style entrance area. Antique setup. Calm lights. Pleasant breeze. It felt like we had already started our dinner before entering the dining hall.

Once inside, the menu itself felt refreshing.
Not the usual routine items.
It had a unique fusion South Indian touch. Even the utensils were artistic and different. Small details, but they mattered.

Food?
Average to good.

But experience?
Very good.

That is what stood out.

We spent almost 90 minutes there. Talking. Laughing. Kids enjoying their food peacefully. Nobody standing behind us. Nobody pushing us with their eyes.

For 7 members, the bill came to around ₹2500 — less than ₹400 per person. Slightly premium for Madurai standards, but honestly, what we paid for was not just food. It was time.

After a long, long time, we had a dinner in Madurai where we ate without rush.

Sometimes luxury is not five-star food.
Sometimes luxury is simply not being hurried.

The Kochi That My Family Didn’t Sign Up For


This Kochi trip… let’s just say it didn’t turn out the way I imagined.

Originally, it was meant to be a vacation in Varkala. Bags were packed, moods were set, but just the day before, my friend called and dropped the bomb—“It’s raining heavily, the beach is closed. Better head to Kochi instead.” He even arranged things for us there.

So, on Independence Day morning, we started driving at 9 AM. The route? Poopara, Rajakumari, Adimali, and finally Kochi. It was a 9-hour rain-soaked drive. I personally loved it—rain, mountains, long drive. But my family? Not so much.

The first letdown: the hotel. It was good, but I realized something new—my kids aren’t fans of hotels, they’re fans of resorts. They wanted pools and games, not a business-class room with white sheets.

So, I thought I’d lift the mood with a metro ride to Lulu Mall. Bad idea. My kids turned to me in unison: “Appa, why bring us to a mall? We have malls in Chennai!” Strike two.

Next day, we explored Fort Kochi, Jew Town, Dutch houses, Chinese fishing nets—all the things tourists are “supposed” to do. My son looked at me like I dragged him into a history lesson. When I finally tried to save the day with Fort Kochi Beach, the rain gods came back in full force. We took shelter at the Water Metro station and I thought—“aha, water metro!” But nope, kids didn’t enjoy that either.

By now, my wife had her own verdict: “You stole my long weekend rest for this?” Ouch.

Sunday morning, we packed up, ate the package breakfast, and drove another 9 hours back to Madurai. End of trip.

But here’s the silver lining:
I may have failed at giving them the “perfect holiday,” but I learned something important. My kids and wife don’t need surprises or tourist checklists. All they want is a resort stay—where my wife can rest, and my kids can splash in the pool and play. Simple.

So, while Kochi didn’t become their favorite memory, it gave me clarity. And that’s still a win in my book.