Brown butterfly. Drab when it sits with its wings folded but when it flew away I saw black patches.Red eyes.
I almost stepped on it as it sat on the coir mat on the floor of the dining hall in a cardamom estate in Munnar, Kerala, India. I nudged it out of the door whereupon it went and sat on the cemented path where there was a puddle and it drank some water. Then it flew to the trunk of a tree and sat with folded wings for almost two hours...and I never got a shot with its wings open.