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Durga Nagar Colony, Chittoor. The place where I grew up. The hill is called the Turtle Neck (look carefully you’ll know why it is called that). When in high school, we used to trek to the top of the ‘neck’ at least thrice a week. We did find some wildlife there; Monitor Lizards, Rabbits and a variety of snakes. No, not on the top but in and around the hill.<\/p>\n

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Durga Nagar Colony, Chittoor. The place where I grew up. The hill is called the Turtle Neck (look carefully you’ll know why it is called that). When in high school, we used to trek to the top of the ‘neck’ at least thrice a week. 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