One trip to Coorg, and it'll haunt you for the rest of your Life.. You might leave Coorg, but Coorg will never leave You ! :)

So, weather has been really cold off-late, too cold for the mind to think and the fingers to type, the proses are frozen, the stories seem numb. In between blanket covered head and sweater covered palms, I sometimes manage to sneak peek a sunset and the luminance of the rising moon.
Here's a snippet of the place, which I recently happened to visit during August with my college friends - "Stories From Coorg"

Here's to walking two miles to reach the ideal spot to watch the gorgeous sun going down. Here's to sitting with the best people in my life on the stairs at the corner of an unknown road, listening to music, humming few lines, talking about old times, laughing about old stories while making new ones. Here's to lifelong friendships and the gorgeous sunsets.

A little way up towards Coorg, roads are relatively quiet, but if you look closely there are multiple activities happening in corners. Two mynah birds are busy building a nest in the hollow bark of the oak tree. A tiny squirrel peeps through the broken window sill of the dilapidated cottage. From somewhere far away through somebody's kitchen, the smell of fried onion comes floating in the wind. Kids with school bags are running down the slope. I think they're having a race amongst themselves; something that reminded me of my childhood. I used to love having random races all the time; the playful ones, not the life ones. The remaining leaves of the trees are rustling in the wind. Far away, a shepherd somewhere is playing his flute; the sweet melody glides down the valley. Two dogs are fighting over some biscuits fed by an old woman at the corner of the street. The dry fallen leaves make a rumbling noise as and when they crumble under people's feet. The wind shrubs at the corner are growing some flowers. A baby in the hut drifts away to sleep, the smell of the coffee took me to the woods, butterflies and ladybugs for a conversation or two, clouds parted ways to make way for the blue. Tiny drops of water fell from the sky.

               Coorg, you beauty! what a day to be alive!💖💜

 

P.S : For those who are less aware about this place 'Coorg', it's a place based in Karnataka, it's a hill station, a sight-seeing and a tourist place and the best time to visit Coorg is monsoon season to get the heavenly experience.

So, while having a throwback on the memories and the times we spent at Coorg, right now I have vague thoughts running down in my mind and this indulged me to pen this piece of Coorg Stories..that was due pending from my end. A lot of friends and colleagues of mine happen to ask me, "How was your Coorg trip?" "How was your experience there?" "How's the place?" "Where are pictures Ma'am, we need to see the place!" I hope, I've done my bit. Yet much to share and write onto..keep checking this space here, I shall write and share more of Coorg stories.

We all look for an escape, don't we? Sharing my series of thoughts below, which I had them in my mind while writing this article.

The destination is often unknown, sometimes scary, mostly far but all I know is, I can't live my entire life with roots stuck to my feet. So today, I want an escape. From people, instructions, responsibilities and judgements. I want to sleep through a sunrise and wake up to a sunset. I want to un-know few people and befriend a stranger. I want to break-fast at midnight & bathroom sing on the road. Today, I want to go in the direction of the wind that blows.
There are very few things as devastating as the feeling of being stuck. A bird trapped in a cage, a dog chained to the door, a lump stuck in the throat, a word caught at the tip of the tongue. We are all looking for an escape, an opening, some gut wrenching courage to leave it all behind and run! 👻

Cheers,
Happy Reading!
Hope you like it. 😊