September 8, 2011 § Leave a comment
Dashes of white light cloud the horizon as night blankets up the sky. The frogs keep steady with their cries until a rhythmic chant emerges, one with the fast disappearing hills. It is no longer the intriguing patches of cultivated tea that are their story. The sholas, the wetlands, the evergreens; all providing soothing warmth to the imagination, making tea a significantly marginal serving of every day.