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AN UNFAMILAIR DAY AT NAINITAL

It was 18years before that such torrential rains lashed the coveted honeymonn destination, Nainital. Flash floods and landslides made life miserable. Even though it was a happy moment to be there in Nainital on this rare occassion.





Deserted Nani Lake at 3 PM on 18-09-2010


Flood water.




Road to Nainital from Kathagodam after land slide.


Naini Lake



Naini Lake - View from Mall Road.


Empty Boats in Naini lake.


Deserted Mall Road in Heavy rains

Fog and Raing Showering over Nainital.


Flood Water reaching Kathagodam. (Zoom to view the Picture)


People stranded in Landslide in Bheemtal Road 18-09-2010


Vehicular traffic on a standstill.


One of the 15 Land slides on Bheemtal Road.

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