By Priyanka Das
Anybody who has lived inward Bangalore knows the tale of this fabled footling short town inward Kodagu district. Coorg has lured unsuspecting travellers into its abyss for decades. With an impressive listing of must-see tourist attractions, Coorg does come upward around every bit the Scotland of India. The Talakaveri, Tibetan Buddhist Temple, Iruppu falls are simply to cite a few. So it should come upward every bit no surprise to anyone that a bunch of overworked ITians had real high expectations from this footling town when nosotros embarked on the happy-go-lucky trip from Bangalore on i fine Friday.
We were gravely mistaken.
Turns out, Coorg was no shy inaugural that day. She was inward no mood of beingness courted. She had no wishing of beingness the cold, foggy princess that day. She smelted inward the summertime heat, breathing fire, its relentless battering as well as beating downwards he misfortunate travellers who were unprepared for this indifference. There was non a unmarried cloud inward the sky, non a unmarried moving ridge of mutual depression temperature air relieving us from the hot summertime day. Needless to say the impatient 6 that nosotros were, nosotros decided to cutting the whole adventurous city-trotting facade past times one-half as well as run for shelter earlier Coorg’s ire broke our real stance.
After what seemed similar an exaggerated eternity, nosotros hold upward breathed deeply every bit our auto went off route on a dirt path leading into a wooded earthy wood which tin simply live described every bit magical. The auto bobbled upward the route every bit the playful sun’s ray meticulously tried to honor their means around the labyrinth of lime light-green leaves, splattering ruthlessly over the olive grass blades that stood inward attending watching the foreign procession passing them on the rickety road.
After what seemed similar an exaggerated eternity, nosotros hold upward breathed deeply every bit our auto went off route on a dirt path leading into a wooded earthy wood which tin simply live described every bit magical. The auto bobbled upward the route every bit the playful sun’s ray meticulously tried to honor their means around the labyrinth of lime light-green leaves, splattering ruthlessly over the olive grass blades that stood inward attending watching the foreign procession passing them on the rickety road.
That black every bit I lay beneath the pewter heaven gazing at the dancing stars, their shimmer reflected on my face, taking shape of a smile; a smiling that I carried amongst me all the means dorsum to Bangalore.
Author Bio: After working inward the software manufacture for 4 years, Priyanka has quit to commit total fourth dimension to her onetime fling of writing. She is passionate most offbeat traveling, nutrient for soul, coming together novel people as well as sharing their stories, recycling, as well as yoga. You tin follow her stories on Instagram , Facebook , Blog
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