Despite my prayers to the rain gods, the persistent drizzle continued. Clearly, my entreaties had fallen on deaf ears. I sat in a cozy bus, resigned to my rainy fate, ears tuned to the pitter-patter, simply awaiting my destination. It came soon after, but not before a series of bumps from the muddy road that diverted from the highway. None of it mattered, however, once I reached Gira Falls.
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Unseen Gujarat: Discovering The Charm Of Saputara In The Rain
You need to see Gujarat's Saputara and its surrounding areas come alive in the monsoon