STUMPS AND STALKS
Walking up the twisted narrow road, leading to the Kondapalli hill, on one side it’s a steep valley rolling down and on the other was the rocky slope of the hills made of disorderly...
Walking up the twisted narrow road, leading to the Kondapalli hill, on one side it’s a steep valley rolling down and on the other was the rocky slope of the hills made of disorderly...
As I trekked along the path leading to the hills which I have visited several times, a curious waft of aroma from the rain-washed foliage creeping all over greeted me. The hills ahead stood...
I looked at the boats docked, flapping in rhythm, multi-colored, seemed like straight out a child’s picture book. They are the fleet of fishing boats lying idle waiting for the right time to set...