Call it madness or recklessness, we had a plan;
that our tour should never stick to a plan.
It was not just another day,
the joyful disposition was there to stay.
Towards the end there was something in store,
Got all I wanted not less but certainly more.
The early morning chill,
the carpet of tea was a magnificent still.
The drive started among the greens,
delimited by the most heavenly scenes.
The highs and lows of the terrain,
and there came a slight rain.
The plethora of fragrances enveloping me,
felt like a bee who was set free.
The mist hugging the hilltops,
anyone would feel elevated as he stops.
The sun rays touching my nose,
arriving through the oaks that stood in unique pose.
The twists and turns among the mist,
was unable to track time on my wrist.
We strolled across the dense,
enjoying through the nature’s lens.
Amidst the clouds as I went,
was mesmerized by the cardamom scent.
From the hills to the sea,
everyone was filled with glee.
The bus speeding through the haze,
entire route appeared as a maze.
The hilarity of the trip,
was indeed something I would never skip.
These memories are there to cherish,
And shall never vanish. . . . . . .