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Tarkarli in pictures



A private paradise

















An amateur at best, my tryst with the DSLR started two years ago when my mom gifted me a Nikon D3100 for my twenty-fourth birthday. And Gung-ho! I was reading up into all sorts of camera logic and clicking away madly at anything and everything. Naturally, my knowledge of photography has been purely based out of trial-and-error.

So here’s me trying to show you Tarkarli through my unlettered lens.

Indigenous beach shrubs dotted by pink flowers

Dive into the aquamarine sea

The quiet before the storm

Swaying helter-skelter under the spell of the storm

Gathering of heaving clouds

A cumulonimbus veil stretching over the setting sun


Bathed in monsoon monochromes


Morning glory


Washed up starfish.
On a bright sunshiny day, one can see nearly 20 feet down
to the sea bed. While I did not take the theory to test I did run
away from my own shadow a couple of times.


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  1. Now where is Tarkali? the place looks grey and dark and sombre and lazy? Waiting for the onslaught of tourists...... Waiting for some more on Tarkali?

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  2. Tarkarli is among Maharashtra's hidden treasures, very close to Malvan (Malwani food? Ring a bell?). It's still uncommercialised with a smattering of home-stays.

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