The rippling sound of giggles, screams and laughter had more power than the waterfall’s babble.
About 10 women stood in a circle, holding hands. They were waist deep in the greenish water, bouncing up for one second before submerging themselves all at once. Their sari fabrics billowed and ebbed with the currents, swirling in a cacophony of color.
These ladies were modest enough to wear their clothes into the water, but practical enough to leave their panties behind on the dry rocks.
After about 20 minutes of bouncing and delicate paddling, the whole scene devolved into splashing and dunking. Their laughter was practically electric, impregnating the air with lightness and joy.
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