Off Season In Kerala !link! -

She looked up. A young man stood under a leaking tarp, holding a backpack over his head. He had pale skin, red hair plastered to his forehead, and the most absurdly large pair of hiking boots she’d ever seen.

"It’s beautiful," Finn whispered.

They stood by the water’s edge. The fishing boat was returning, its nets full. A kingfisher dived, electric blue against the grey. off season in kerala

She leaned her head on his shoulder. The sun disappeared again, and the first fat drops of the next shower began to fall. She looked up

"Who are you?" Leela asked.

Finn took her hand. "I think I found what I was looking for." red hair plastered to his forehead

In the distance, Raman lit the veranda lamp and waved them in for chai.