Nurungukal...contd...

   I nurture many nostalgic memories of my days in Nilgiris.Th vast stretches of meadows where large ponies and cows graced in style.The not so known brooks, flowing through the under growths making ticklish mummers and the woods reminding one the words of Robert frost. The drops of morning dew dangling at the tip of the leaves like crystal beads. The ecstasy of cool breeze carrying the fragrance of eucalyptus.  Bunches of rose and  rare flowers in different colours and  aroma triggering your senses. The sight of batches  of damsels moving in rhythm through the tea bushes carrying baskets of their toil. A glimpse of a Thoda family basking in the sun in their traditional clothes and others fully covered with warm clothing. Elders warming their body around a borne fire while the flames lick the air.The school children hurrying in their smart uniforms in vociferous dialogues. And many other sights made me  feel like living in a fantasy world. But Nilgiris was at the verge of a plunder to exploit her limitless potential in furthering tourism.

   When I was ordered to move to plains I left a bit of my heart there to come back if destiny would allow and I accomplished it through the marriage of my daughter to a boy from a family settled in Coonoor. Unfortunately Nilgiris have now lost her good old charm. I hope that one day she will regain the past glory to establish once again  that she is the queen of the hill stations...contd...