Bali Kunja raises its head proudly over the valley wreathed in mistIt's not the worst of times, but it's not the best of times either... (With apologies to Charles Dickens!)
Just that the past few days I've been seriously harboring thoughts of leaving Manipal. I don't want this blog to be in serious danger of abounding in cribbing posts, so I'll spare you the petty details. I have many a grouse against this place, but when I think of leaving, the proverbial lump rises in the throat... I don't think I'll miss MIT much, may not even miss teaching should I decide to bid goodbye to teaching forever. But I will miss the Manipal I have come to know and love in these years I have spent here. A few shots of these reasons for the lump in my throat follow (not in any particular order).
Beautiful Swarna...
Sunrise over the hills
My weather station...
I'll miss the cricket a lot...
Amme Mookambike! Kollur has been a very good retreat away from Manipal
I've never tired of trekking to Kodachadri
Malpe and St. Mary's island
A storm brews off Kaup
Hanging bridge near Kallianpur
The magic of Koodlu...
A dash of local culture: the recent kambala at Manipal
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