Munnar the confluence of three.
Munnar seems to be a perfect scenery painting. We reached Munnar at night and the temperature was freezing 1℃. Now all we needed was a ‘kadak Indian chai’. The hotel tea is generally very bland and thus we decided to walk and find a road side tea stall. The roadside tea pot was now boiling with three different aromas of clove, cardamom and lemon grass. As we sip our tea we hear sound of water flowing with gush then the alert stall owner tells us the story of the rivers of Munnar and how Munnar got its name from these rivers.
Over the clouds!
Trips with college friends are always loud music, laughs, pranks and yes, some controversial games. Ours though took a silent turn. We hit the roads on local bikes to Bhushi dam where a few hundred people were sitting and shouting at each thunder as it was the peak rainy season. After shouting and having oily pakoras we needed some peace and we found Tiger hill to be the solution. But some events on Tiger hill made us completely silent and everyone was in just awe of the mother nature.
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