The familiar silhouette of the Sathuvachari hills. After spending three years in this dry, hot, dusty little town, I've grown to love it. I've walked straight to these hills across the paddy/sugarcane fields and coconut farms.Behind the rows of coconut trees is the Palar river which I crossed on foot(quite an awful idea,it turned out to be Vellore's drainage and garbage dump-but it was an accomplishment all the same). Most of these hills have old ruined forts on top that have never ceased to fascinate me. Quite a plain photograph but special to me, a reminder of my many Vellore adventures.
I look out of my bus window and this is what I see. Seems to welcome me home.
