buckle up, friendlies, it's story time. this one's for @viv & will probably be a meandering long one:

So. My parents moved to a secluded village-town/hill station in South India around the time my brother & I moved out. And like other hilly regions in that state, there are vast coffee plantations all over. Their place, in fact, is part of a coffee estate/ horticultural zone/ quiet residential area.

A couple of friends & I went down there last year for a small getaway. (contd.)

Obviously we hadn't stepped out or gone anywhere in a couple of years, so we booked a guesthouse that overlooked the plantation, and every morning, we sat outside to peel oranges & drink freshly ground coffee.

On several such undisturbed, misty mornings, as we sat on a large rock & took in the rejuvenating clean air, sunlight peeking through the tall trees, flowers, bees, & bird sounds, we heard a crackling of branches, a rustle of leaves. (contd.)

@wordswithnima Loved the story, but also such a beautiful picture. Recently visited Kerala and the landscapes were absolutely gorgeous.