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Pitter-Patter

A rainy dat at coorgA rainy dat at coorg

A rainy day at coorgA rainy day at coorg

We woke up from our afternoon siesta to the pitter-patter of raindrops on our room’s roof. It was September, but the rains had still not left Coorg. Perhaps they were making up for their late arrival.

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