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Green green grass of home...

I was home last weekend and as usual it was awesome... here are a few pix's.
This is the landscape that welcomes you when you are nearing home... when you see the windmills you know home is just a few minutes away.

These hills are everywhere back home, just looming there protectively...

In the words of Dorothy 'There's no place like home...'


Chriz said…

true.. there is no place like home..
PurpleHeart said…
Been there, felt that !!! It's an ecstatic feeling to cross the winds of Aralvaimozhi early in the morning, on the way home. There's definitely no place like home !!
Chriz, Sandhya... :o) thanks.

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