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Some pictures from my home in Kerala where I'm on a month-long vacation...

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Some innocent friends

More friends

So many more...


More pictures and friends to follow...



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  1. wow !! u have a farm house kind of place .. aint it ??
    Nice !! A months vacation from ShEila ji's city should be refreshing among the greenery !
    .. between the sane animals .. the sane creatures of God !! All of them look so happy !! :)
    Enjoy and keep posting :)

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    1. Exactly, Jack. It's a farm. It belongs to my brother. I have a small share in the place...

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  2. Where in Kerala Sir? Looks like Kottayam :)

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    1. Almost, Jahid. Just 40 km from Kottayam. A village.

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  3. Wow this looks so lovely I absolutely adore the kitten :)

    waiting for more...

    Richa

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    1. Richa, I wanted to post more pictures. But the connectivity in the village is awful. The pleasures of the countryside are different, you see... different from what technology can provide.

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  4. Its looking like a very nice and wonderful place. Hope to visit this place in my lifetime. :)

    Technology News

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    1. Most welcome. This place is far out of any tourist map, however.

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  5. Nice place. Enjoy your vacation.

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  6. I have stayed in a similar yet dissimilar place, a single storey sprawling house in verdant surroundings, but right dab in the middle of Chengannur, right next to the temple and the river. Enjoyed it thoroughly, for about 2 days.

    And, you are doing it for a whole month. Yet, you complain!

    RE

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    1. No complaints, Raghuram. I'm enjoying my vacation.

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  7. Happy Holidays. That's a great place to recharge yourself for another academic year. :)

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  8. Desi heaven ! enjoy your holidays Sir, kerela, gods own country .. lucky you ....

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