Cryptic Conoor
The sudden screech of the tyres got me up from my faintly knitted sleep. There was a roar of thunder with a hint of momentary rains. Adding to this, the treble touched brake of the car with a bus moving ahead added a fearful clip to the surrounding. The past 5 days moved like an unfolding screenplay in the mind as I saw raindrops cuddling the car. It was 3 days that we were waiting for the monsoon, but it came at a time where we couldn't embrace it. The journey back to Coimbatore airport was a one with the feeling of an end to a wonderful trip. Alongwith the pot pie which we had for lunch at The Culinary while departing, the flashes of the Taj blinked rapidly in the mind which refused yet again to skid to the mechanics of Mumbai.
Tripping back to the past 5 days while gazing at the Ghats around, it felt like an end of a visual and emotional symphony. A condign escapade had just faded. When we departed from Bangalore after a fast paced two day trip which included a multitude of food surprises at Truffles, Brahmins, MTR and Arbor, the thought which ensued was that Conoor might bore us with its hillscape. But the enigma that followed was not to be comprehended until we reached here. Everything that we turned to, inflicted a smile.
The food , the trails, the tea plantations, the toy train, the casual walks, the local tea shops, the gardens, the restaurants, every part of it was fascinating, beatific and dazzling.The dazzle was not commercial for once as is the case with most other hill stations in India. Imagine having a Large Sized Pizza Margherita underneath a large shed in a garden, with a beautiful cottage behind you and a bench in front of you overlooking tea plantations and the ghat. All this surrounded by a garden fence! This setup at La Belle Vie summed up the cryptic travail at Conoor. Playing in and around the hotel seemed like a folklore we never wished would end.
Even a rickshaw ride on the outskirts felt like an utopia within a hill. The weather couldn't have supported us more. After the Bangalore blizzard which included an Oyo stay and a bowling game at a mall which no one knew, the Conoor stay felt like a slow paced Inception. The car kept moving towards the airport but the bewilderment of the past 3 days ameliorated to a peak of stun. As I felt hungry in the car, I recollected the 30 rupees lunch of rice and idli at conoor station which felt better than a multi course meal. The nuances of this trip embossed with every passing thought. The airport had arrived, and what went back was a cryptic pull of a hillspot.
Tripping back to the past 5 days while gazing at the Ghats around, it felt like an end of a visual and emotional symphony. A condign escapade had just faded. When we departed from Bangalore after a fast paced two day trip which included a multitude of food surprises at Truffles, Brahmins, MTR and Arbor, the thought which ensued was that Conoor might bore us with its hillscape. But the enigma that followed was not to be comprehended until we reached here. Everything that we turned to, inflicted a smile.
The food , the trails, the tea plantations, the toy train, the casual walks, the local tea shops, the gardens, the restaurants, every part of it was fascinating, beatific and dazzling.The dazzle was not commercial for once as is the case with most other hill stations in India. Imagine having a Large Sized Pizza Margherita underneath a large shed in a garden, with a beautiful cottage behind you and a bench in front of you overlooking tea plantations and the ghat. All this surrounded by a garden fence! This setup at La Belle Vie summed up the cryptic travail at Conoor. Playing in and around the hotel seemed like a folklore we never wished would end.
Even a rickshaw ride on the outskirts felt like an utopia within a hill. The weather couldn't have supported us more. After the Bangalore blizzard which included an Oyo stay and a bowling game at a mall which no one knew, the Conoor stay felt like a slow paced Inception. The car kept moving towards the airport but the bewilderment of the past 3 days ameliorated to a peak of stun. As I felt hungry in the car, I recollected the 30 rupees lunch of rice and idli at conoor station which felt better than a multi course meal. The nuances of this trip embossed with every passing thought. The airport had arrived, and what went back was a cryptic pull of a hillspot.
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