The hills rise steeply, gazing into the sky. Thick forests and meadows creep on to them. In between two hills covered by meadows. The hill rises steeply, standing as if in a trance. The meadows envelop it like an emerald carpet. In between are small rocks, like dark spots.
A chilly wind blows all the time. Aranamala is virgin. Nature remains untouched and unspoiled.It's typical Wayanad, with birds and butterflies and wild flowers around.