They say the best trips are unplanned and I couldn't find a single speck of a reason to disagree with it. Yes, indeed the best trips were unplanned and just happened to me effortlessly (affirmatively). Somewhere between the end of total mind-toiling incidents(the semester exams, that is) and the beginning of a new session, Coorg happened. Yes, just like love happens. No, I guess Coorg happening-to-me is undoubtedly ecstatic than love-happening-scenes. Relax bro, not another bad-relationship-metaphor-writing. This is straight from the heart. Afresh, happy and beautiful.
Just as Switzerland is to the world, so is Coorg to India. Well, my friends from other hill stations would want to disagree mentioning about the beauty of the respective places but then, Coorg is Coorg. And that's what it is. So, let's get back to my trip to this wonderful place. I love you so much, dear family friend, for belonging to Coorg and absolutely for making me fall in love with it. Gratitude and all, check. Now starts, everything ONLY about COORG.
Now a bit of an activity time for your imagination, dear reader. Imagine one of those movie scenes wherein you're sitting in a car, now do not think about the details of the model/color/condition of the car for that is irrelevant. You did do it, didn't you? Ab-ra-ka-dab-ra, back to the scene with you inside the car, listening to your favorite song, now a few of you are shaking you're head back and forth along with the music and a few others are tapping your hands in tune to the classical music, I lie somewhere between these two, bingo!
You're driving and driving and driving. No? Okay, somebody is driving and you're travelling and travelling and travelling. And then, all of a sudden, a strong aroma strikes you. Like just strikes you out with such brutality that you can't think about anything else other than that aroma. And then a slight nostalgia about the evenings. You can't remember what it is, because remember? The aroma is so wonderfully strong. After a few seconds, you smile for you know what it is. C-O-F-F-E-E. The fresh aroma of the coffee plantations that is amazingly refreshing.
For the next 60 minutes you spend your time somewhat like this - CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, DELETE, CLICK, DELETE, CLICK,CLICK, DELETE, CLICK until the screen says Battery low, as if it were asking you to leave it alone. You shove it away and get back to the graceful looking outside the window scenes and posing, hoping some secret photographer would be capturing your photos. Ah, how I wish that happened.
Those huge, perfect and really tall trees grab your attention now. Suck meany-attention seekers I say! Trust me, they are just so tall. And green, and fresh, and full of activity as if they were waving at you, and beautiful and totally photographic-material. But keep in mind, battery low already. You can click later, now is the time to experience it and not look at it virtually through the lens.
Meanwhile you realize there is no traffic, screeching noises of horns or anything that makes you grin. Everything out there is just making you smile. Now you drive past through a few farm-houses, people smile at you, welcome you, such overwhelming happiness, right?
And those birds which your textbook had among the endangered list are actually out there, singing beautifully. What a sweet sound. The heart is elated, springing with joy. And amidst these sweet little things, you doze off to sleep continuing the journey to reach your destination.
Just as Switzerland is to the world, so is Coorg to India. Well, my friends from other hill stations would want to disagree mentioning about the beauty of the respective places but then, Coorg is Coorg. And that's what it is. So, let's get back to my trip to this wonderful place. I love you so much, dear family friend, for belonging to Coorg and absolutely for making me fall in love with it. Gratitude and all, check. Now starts, everything ONLY about COORG.
Now a bit of an activity time for your imagination, dear reader. Imagine one of those movie scenes wherein you're sitting in a car, now do not think about the details of the model/color/condition of the car for that is irrelevant. You did do it, didn't you? Ab-ra-ka-dab-ra, back to the scene with you inside the car, listening to your favorite song, now a few of you are shaking you're head back and forth along with the music and a few others are tapping your hands in tune to the classical music, I lie somewhere between these two, bingo!
You're driving and driving and driving. No? Okay, somebody is driving and you're travelling and travelling and travelling. And then, all of a sudden, a strong aroma strikes you. Like just strikes you out with such brutality that you can't think about anything else other than that aroma. And then a slight nostalgia about the evenings. You can't remember what it is, because remember? The aroma is so wonderfully strong. After a few seconds, you smile for you know what it is. C-O-F-F-E-E. The fresh aroma of the coffee plantations that is amazingly refreshing.
For the next 60 minutes you spend your time somewhat like this - CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, DELETE, CLICK, DELETE, CLICK,CLICK, DELETE, CLICK until the screen says Battery low, as if it were asking you to leave it alone. You shove it away and get back to the graceful looking outside the window scenes and posing, hoping some secret photographer would be capturing your photos. Ah, how I wish that happened.
Those huge, perfect and really tall trees grab your attention now. Suck meany-attention seekers I say! Trust me, they are just so tall. And green, and fresh, and full of activity as if they were waving at you, and beautiful and totally photographic-material. But keep in mind, battery low already. You can click later, now is the time to experience it and not look at it virtually through the lens.
Meanwhile you realize there is no traffic, screeching noises of horns or anything that makes you grin. Everything out there is just making you smile. Now you drive past through a few farm-houses, people smile at you, welcome you, such overwhelming happiness, right?
And those birds which your textbook had among the endangered list are actually out there, singing beautifully. What a sweet sound. The heart is elated, springing with joy. And amidst these sweet little things, you doze off to sleep continuing the journey to reach your destination.
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