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UNSEEN WAYANAD - PART 1


Lotus in a Pond


At 12 PM fog just started to invade the Wayanad Ghats.


Fishing In the Kabani River.

Fishing is a Pleasure in the scenic Kabani.



River Kabani, Boredring Wayanad.
Jain Temple - Entrance.



Abandoned Jain Temple - Inside View.


Play area in front of the Bunglow.

A view from th 1st Floor of the Bunglow.



Closer View Of The British Made Wooden bunglow.


A wooden Bunglow, constructed by the British, in the forest.

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part 2 udane varumo???

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