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Cheruthoni is a small town in the hill district of Idukki in Kerala.  I passed through the town the other day.  Sitting on the first floor of a small restaurant facing the bus stand, I clicked this photo.  

It's a small bus stand.
The rain hummed a soothing music.
No crowds, no hustle and bustle.
Quite a different kind of bus stand, I thought.
Dominated by a gulmohar whose flowers had not vanished yet in the heavy monsoon rains of Kerala.

This is my last post from Kerala.  I will be in Delhi in the evening where a different kind of music is on...

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  1. AnonymousJune 22, 2013 at 12:50 PM

    Bidding Bye Bye to Kerala...

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  2. Easwar ArumugamJune 22, 2013 at 2:51 PM

    It's beautiful coz it's quiet. Nice take.

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  3. RajeshJune 22, 2013 at 3:03 PM

    Wonderful capture.

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  4. UnknownJune 22, 2013 at 3:36 PM

    Hello sir, through u I got 2 learn many things about Kerala after my boards next year I will definitely visit this beautiful place.

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  5. UnknownJune 22, 2013 at 3:36 PM

    Hello sir, through u I got 2 learn many things about Kerala after my boards next year I will definitely visit this beautiful place.

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  6. jahidJune 22, 2013 at 6:10 PM

    Experienced similar situation when I visited Quatayaam for the first time!

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  7. AnonymousJune 22, 2013 at 9:02 PM

    hmm..!! i will miss Kerala as much as you .. :) I love your posts .. in between from the farmhouse and the animals out there to the uncle who gave you the hand made medicine .. to this bus stand !!
    Thanks for sharing Sir ji !
    I dont know why but I feel if I were here it would have been very difficult to go back in any city !! :) i would have preferred settling down !

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  8. RaghavJune 22, 2013 at 9:15 PM

    So colorful and refreshing because of the rain.

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  9. DebopamJune 22, 2013 at 9:31 PM

    The light rain made it more beautiful........


    You may also find Kenfolios interesting......

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  10. magiceyeJune 24, 2013 at 7:12 AM

    Beautiful street capture

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  11. AnonymousJune 25, 2013 at 3:00 AM

    Nice capture. Rain truly brings out a very different view.

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  12. http://joshidaniel.com/July 3, 2013 at 10:38 PM

    lot of colors in this bus stop :)

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