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.