kannur's prakruti is kapha, but her vikruti is not.

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kannur has a scorching midday sun that makes you wet like molten sox that smells like doritos. it can be light on the soul in that you don't see every tenth person blind and with a beggars bowl and without limbs, rolling down the street saying a religious phrase like you do in dhaka. you are also not weighed by cool, as you may be in new york, london, pa'ree (paris), bombay, major cities. you can walk out in culture that fits you.

kannur can be overloading to the ears – took-tooks honking, trucks blasting, buses screeching, a million cars trying to edge through each other. but the arabian sea quells the voices, leaves people speaking below the surface. 

kannur has arab-money from men in gulf jobs, returning with mid-east cash for big houses. this makes kannur focused on growing bigger, better, building up and out, becoming a player in the game, but subtly, not too ostentatious, just a matter of fact, as if the growth is just as normal as the all night theyyam dhols that play from the village temples and from houses cleansing evil spirits.

kannur is rapidly drying out. water shortages. gurukal, who i went to meet with, with intentions of studying gurugulla style with, in kalari marma and medicine making, says he can no longer host students in his house, as he used to in the past. there are only drips coming from the crusty lips of the faucet. his well is drying up. the bucket that his wife drops in the well only catches handfuls of liquid, like the sparse anorexic fish the fishermen capture in their ocean-size net.

like georgia, kannur is still on porches drinking coconut water and waving hi to neighbors. but, the city center and south bazzar, the citified towns of kannur, are making kannur aspire to becoming atlanta all over. atlanta and not miami. not yet. 

kannur is still paused by the muezzin's allahuakbars, and speeding vehicles will slow their roll for an older person walking across the road. although you hardly see older people in the cities, they are content hearing the stories of their grandkids in skinny jeans sitting around and keeping busy on their smartphones. the slow of kannur has entered the middle lane, going the speed-limits set by international monetary standards.

the texture of kannur is still soft around the sea, and in the fishermans' villages, but it is hardening in the centers. development is everywhere and the streets and buildings show it. like much of india, people, stray dogs and cows share the street with vehicles and cart pullers. if you are not indian, it could be easy to sprain your ankle.

although you still feel a sense of grounded-ness in kannur, it is growing less stable for people who aren't keeping up with the market-prices. commodified-ayurveda and the institutions that are selling it like cocaine, r bringing in more tourism - foreigners moved by the sea and beach. the slow pace of kannurites are growing fast with schemes to keep with the discovery of this gold. their goldrush has manifested into resorts and ayurveda spas and schools. 

along with kannur's erraticness is her foul-smell, in parts, like chinatown at midnight, after garbage becomes heaps for rats to triumph over.

kannur has a vata/pitta aggravation. what should be the treatment for this doshic imbalance be? what would you recommend?