Ssshhh…it’s calm, it’s serene, it’s green, it’s blue, it’s purple, it’s ‘sinfully colonial’ (phrase courtesy: K G Kumar). Ssshhh…didn’t you hear it, it’s the Malabar whistling thrush, it’s the sound of the streams down the hills, it’s the sound of rain amidst the Tall Trees. Mmm…it’s the soft grilled trout, it’s the heady aroma of tea, it’s the smell of ripe oranges and gooseberries. Ahh…it’s the violet of neelkrunji, blues, whites and scarlet of hydrangeas, lilies, and anthurium …how many millions of colors can you conceive Mr. Gates! Sometimes these do happen when you can smell the colors and eye the flavors. When it makes you feel; “surrealism” is something; not only for Salvador Dali; it can belong to you also; when you are in Munnar! Nestled amidst the Western Ghats and the greenest of
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