An Evening in Munnar

Green tea estates stretch on undulating hills far into the horizon. Fluffy clouds float here and there, soaking the gardens in a fine mist. A stream drops daintily down the hills and joins a river winding in the valley, deep below. Wild orchids bloom atop tall, graceful trees, even as colourful birds chirp on their branches.

And now the sun sets. A wave of crimson has spread across the sky. Birds fly to their cozy nests. Tea-pickers walk home. The clouds begin their descent and soon envelop the earth. Slowly, lamps begin to flicker here and there. The beetles begin their music. And you gaze into the darkness, spotting a star or two, twinkling bright, for a passing moment.

You sit there, amazed and bedazzled, lost in all the beauty that nature has to offer. Is it a dream, or is it real, you wonder. Hours pass. And then you hear a ring. It's the room-boy, for dinner. You come back to reality, dine, and lying on your bed and looking out the window, slowly go back to dreamland, to bliss.

This file created: 8/Dec/2003
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