It was a confluence of yogins at a small village near tenkasi , adjustant to courtallam, in southern india.
We were spectators for the event, and the participants ranged from tiny tots to middle aged handsomes.
Following the event the time was spent for baths at waterfalls, screeching and squealing to the delight of water flowing over us, every moment was a pleasure.
we had a bath at five falls and another at a secluded place called Paalaruvi, a few kilometers into the hilly Kerala border.
Drizzling weather, breezy winds, and chilly times were the adjectives to the moments of courting happiness there.
Returning home, we had a tyre puncture, which gave us added moments of a road side dinner in the dark.