Bengaluru to Agumbe: Rains and akka’s abode
A village enveloped in thick, white fog, the monsoon, and memories of 'Malgudi Days'
I stepped off the bus and walked right into a white wall. Turning around, I saw the white wall creeping up behind me. It took a few seconds for my dazed mind to realize that it was actually thick fog. Almost animate, it was on the prowl, gliding without warning, and wrapping itself around the entire village.