a few more pics ..and my first link
My first link in blogosphere would be my dad.. a proponent of reverse migration,he insists that his lecturing had people thinking on his lines and made them reverse migrate to smaller towns.i guess he intends to spread the message with a missionary zeal, the result of which is the blog REVERSE MIGRATION. Hope he is able to come up with a justifiable proposition. To start with I am with him......
Koonthankulam lake from the Watch Tower
Birds of the same feather flock together
The morning sun washing its face after a sleepy night
A gloomy tamirabarani at kallidai ( the sluice gates of the dam were closed)
The ascent starts here."Bhagawathipuram railwaygate" sounds like a movie right??
The tunnel which separates TN and Kerala. Before the construction of Konkan Railway this was the longest tunnel in India.
The squeaking voices (ppl in the train) comes to a feeble end as the truant sunlight starts to show up.
Our Man negotiating his way through the pristine forests.
The meandering river trying to play the role of a faithful friend.
I thought he would depart me.But it seems he would guide me through the journey..
A true friend indeed.But i had to lose him as the train took me through a patch of darkness.There was light but he wasn't there.....
My first link in blogosphere would be my dad.. a proponent of reverse migration,he insists that his lecturing had people thinking on his lines and made them reverse migrate to smaller towns.i guess he intends to spread the message with a missionary zeal, the result of which is the blog REVERSE MIGRATION. Hope he is able to come up with a justifiable proposition. To start with I am with him......
Koonthankulam lake from the Watch Tower
Birds of the same feather flock together
The morning sun washing its face after a sleepy night
A gloomy tamirabarani at kallidai ( the sluice gates of the dam were closed)
The ascent starts here."Bhagawathipuram railwaygate" sounds like a movie right??
The tunnel which separates TN and Kerala. Before the construction of Konkan Railway this was the longest tunnel in India.
The squeaking voices (ppl in the train) comes to a feeble end as the truant sunlight starts to show up.
Our Man negotiating his way through the pristine forests.
The meandering river trying to play the role of a faithful friend.
I thought he would depart me.But it seems he would guide me through the journey..
A true friend indeed.But i had to lose him as the train took me through a patch of darkness.There was light but he wasn't there.....