Plantation Walk
In the soft hush of dawn, mist clings to rolling tea-covered hills like a pale promise of the day ahead. Footpaths weave between emerald bushes and tall pepper vines that spiral skywards, their leaves glistening with dew, while avocado trees stand sentinel at the edges of the estate. Above you, the canopy flickers with movement, the joyous calls of bulbuls and barbets, flashes of migrating birds tracing invisible routes through the sky, and the occasional rustle as the magnificent Malabar giant squirrel and its smaller companions leap between branches. Sunlight slowly burns away the fog, revealing distant views of workers tending the tea shoots, their silhouettes a quiet rhythm against the undulating green.
Wandering deeper into this tapestry of plantation and forest, every bend holds another discovery: shy sunbirds flitting among blossoms, the distant bleat of goats grazing on lush undergrowth, and the earthy perfume of peppercorns drying in the warming air. Ancient earth underfoot speaks of generations, of hands that have harvested and walked here long before, while the hills rise and fall like breath, hinting at hidden groves where mangosteen and other rare fruits thrive. Alongside the tea fields, mist-shrouded ridges and shaded groves make this more than a stroll; it becomes a meditation on life in the Western Ghats, where birds, beasts, plants, and people have woven their stories into every leaf and ridge.
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THE HUNDRED HOUSE