Welcome to the Village
Step into a 1990s Kerala village where every lane has a story and every afternoon is an adventure.
Kuttappan's Home
A traditional Kerala tharavadu with carved wooden pillars, a sloping terracotta roof, and a mango tree in the front yard that has witnessed every single one of Kuttappan's schemes. This is where brilliant plans are born — usually at the breakfast table.
Inside the Home
Red oxide floors that echo with running feet. A wooden swing that's seen three generations of daydreamers. A CRT television that only gets three channels. And a rotary phone that Kuttappan has never successfully used.
The Village School
Terracotta roof, green-and-cream walls, and a bell that always rings too soon. Where Kuttappan stares out the window, drawing elaborate plan diagrams in the margins of his notebook.
The Village Shop
Brick walls lined with colourful snack packets. A wooden counter worn smooth by a thousand transactions. A glass jar of sweets that Pakru has memorised the contents of. This is where pocket money disappears and legends begin.
The Paddy Fields
Endless green stretching to the mountains, divided by mud paths and water channels. Where egrets stand like punctuation marks and the biggest adventures play out under the widest sky.
The Backwaters
Stepping stones across a lily-pad stream, coconut palms arching overhead, lotus flowers nodding in the breeze. This is Kuttappan's thinking spot — where plans are dreamed up and failures are forgotten.
The Village Road
Suresh's chai stall where the elders debate everything. Vijaya Provisions where Pakru window-shops daily. Raju's barber saloon where gossip travels faster than the KSRTC bus that rumbles through every afternoon.
This village isn't just where the story happens. It's a character in its own right.
Every tree, every path, every red-tiled roof plays a part in Kuttappan's adventures.