Yesterday, I went to my grandmother's room, the same room I stayed in and grew up as a child.
The room was and still remains enchanting. The window opens up to scenes of the tea-estates and green hills yonder and often brings in the travelling mist with stories of its own. The ceiling either drums to the incessant dancing of the rain drops or deep in the night, the scurrying footsteps of pigeons and birds that take shelter there. The corridor entraps the sound of the howling wind, which gets inside the room the moment one steps out to explore it! Sometimes, one can listen to the sounds of children playing hide and seek as they shout "ho-ki-key", whatever that means. At other times. the sound of the dirge during the funeral in the cemetery below where the lone figure of Jesus on a cross overlooks the dead in their graves.
Yesterday, my gaze rested on the tree-line, where the forest suddenly stops to give way to tea-estates and I wondered what happened to all the trees. Maybe someday, I will solve this mystery...when the tales of the enchanting room gets spun into my very own fairy tale!
Till then, let these pictures tell you their story!
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| the enchanting room with a view |
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| The blue-hills touch the skyline |
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| A view of the town |
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| The tree line: where the trees give way to the tea-estates |
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| The lone cross |
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