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. I tried diverting the attention and getting some sleep. Nothing worked out. I hesitantly got up with half closed eyes. I was walking like a drunkard towards the door. Alas. The door was locked. Guess what, Ramzeel has already started his day
. I knocked, kicked and shouted. He was kind enough to come out soon. After the daily chores and Fajar Prayer, I took my camera and headed out as usual. Had a few photos and hot tea. On return I found everyone was up and ready to get rolling. . 
. We found others waiting for us somewhere on the route. 
. Anyways we decided to have the grapes there itself. While we were washing the grapes a middle-aged fellow came there to wash his hand. We offered him few grapes, to which he said: “No. but thanks. I’m the owner of this vineyard”. That was great news. We presented in front of him the previous request. As we were seeing the vineyard for the first time, all we needed was a few snaps. Mr Selvam was kind enough to grand us the permission
. After capturing as much photos as we could, we headed towards Chinnamanur. We hit the tarmac after 3-4 kilometres. Man, I was never so happy seeing highways
. I was overwhelmed with joy. That was bliss. We all shifted our attentions from gears and breaks to accelerators. . But what welcomed us was more dramatic. Even though sun was gone there was some light left back. The whole area was covered in mist like anything and we were having the best time of our trip. No much clicks, but we spoke a lot of stuffs. Azmeer was angry at me for taking them there so late. They wanted to spend more time there. But the officials asked us to leave the place. We were glad to know that they provide stay there atop Calvary mount. We enquired about that but all the cottages were full. Those who are staying there can spend their whole night on those hills. Such a nice place to stay. (Contact for more details: +919497535460). As it was getting late, we decided to get going as soon as possible. 
. The time is already 8:30pm. We wanted to reach home that day itself, as most of had a few commitments the next day. So, we decided to go forward whatever comes. Also we could see few vehicles coming from the other side, which means the situation is manageable. Even though I was sceptical, I didn’t express it. Because I feared that may affect the morale of the team. I acted as if I was the most courageous and started leading the team
. Azmeer was brave enough to ride with me. We got into cautious mode. I instructed everyone to ride in a formation and strictly no honking or high beam. For the next 3-4 kms, every vehicle we saw repeated the same story thing: “Elephant… Be careful”. We saw a truck and a car were parked aside. We could figure out that the elephant was close enough. Seeing us carrying on, they tailed us. A few meters down the line Azmeer’s high beam reflected back the image of a huge rock like structure on our retinas. That was what we were anticipating for the past few kilometers. The Wild elephant (Not a Tusker though). That was an experience of its own. Riding too close to an elephant, when its pitch dark through a dense forest. Whoa man! We did it. A huge sigh of relief “Alhamdulillah”
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. My jaws dropped: “What the hell is this man? Why in the world are you standing here?”
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