Woke up to the incessant chatter of birds ….well my lovelies I hopes breakfast was good coz mine will have to wait ….. It rains now ….and I am on my third cup of cardamom tea. I like the rains in kumarakom, they are as moody as I am and often make an appearance when ummm none is called for …. But I like their hurried departure even more …. leaving everything soaked with infinite goodness and cheer.
Kumarakom where the gods smile ever so often….
soulleitmotifs 
Yeeyyyy…My place …My place …My place…
My native and I love it during rains. 😀 but never visited this place *Guilt*
Maybe you shall chase the monsoon next year?? 😄😄
As always, I can never stay long enough at my native. I have to choose between not going out (enjoying rains) and going out, and I always end up choosing the latter as I come for few days only to Kerala. I hope next year is different. 🙂
Your writing resonates with the sublime beauty of the photos. A wonderful read! 🙂
😄😄awwww thank you there’s a joy in being a fool ☺☺ I always knew that 😄😄
Kumarakoram…. Have I been there? Sadly, no…. Maybe, one day, if my camera takes me there!
Somewhere towards the end of June so you can chase the monsoon
The colours of your photos are so rich and vibrant, I feel like I could step into them. Just beautiful.
Awwwww❤☺❤you just made me so happy❤☺❤
Maybe you guys make my state the real god’s own country.The last line i loved soaking everything or making everything new.can i borrow it for a rain poem 🙂 ?
I love any part of Kerala 😀and I would love to read your rain poem using those lines 😀😀