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Over the sky of Munnar sun appears to add an extra last minute of daylight. The hues of the sky are changing from orangish-red to tangerine. The cotton candy clouds look blushing with the warm touch of the setting sun. Flocks of birds flew over the small hillock nearby chirping merrily homewards. Pleasant breeze rolling through the valley, bringing with it the chills from the mountains.
In addition to the picturesque setting, the melodious song of the Jacobin cuckoo swept through the valley. A slithering dark concrete road makes its way through the pine wood trees dotting the landscape. The lush green tea plantations resemble the hanging gardens of ancient Babylon. The layers of green foliage of tea plants lay on the ridges of the valley, challenging gravity as they grow horizontally on a vertical drop of the mountains. The small villages gleamed with lights as the streets were illuminated with lamps.
Overlooking the forest stands a check post about five meters high built to keep a lookout for invading elephants trying to destroy the crops. The headlights of the distant running automobiles on the faraway road look like red fireflies flying in the void. The smoke from the several chimneys looks like many serpents climbing up the sky.
Star-punching mountains soar up like an eagle high in the sky. A mighty river flowing through the valley looks for instance like still moving color; resembling a living expanse of a gargantuan mirror reflecting the valleys and mountains. Meandering streams meet up in the mouth of the river and near the still shore flocking birds like geese and ducks are slowly filling up. Overlooking the face of the valley was a glistering waterfall marking its presence count by the soothing burble across the whole valley, making the surroundings more captivating.
A heard of Nilgiri Thar (local mountain goat) were settling down near a steep ended cliff and the goats were seen calmly sitting and watching the sunset as of they were enjoying the beauty of it. Large flocks of birds too were returning to their nests after a long and tedious day of flying; as they flew past the setting sun, it appears as if they were minute black specks of sand in an ocean of magenta, with their wings flapping in synchrony with each other, they appeared to have been migrating.
The weariness of the day was to get over with the dry tinder in the campsite. The flames rise boldly against the magenta sky, before the tinder everything glowed, orange and gold. Every eye reflects the flickering fire. The woody aroma rose from the bottom to fill up the surrounding air. It was a large campfire with sparks flying everywhere. From miles downwind villagers could smell this brewing bonfire. Flames are like a television on a hill station as they move talk and entertain the campers. Campers were roasting treats like local freshwater fish and poultry, which were covered in local flavors of aromatic spices like cardamom and black pepper, as they roasted on the fire. The campers were enjoying the tender and succulent meats as they glanced at the last rays of the dying sun. The scent of the roasted chicken filled the entire space with its aroma reaching far and wide. The slightly charred meat also had an orangish tinge, like the sky it was being cooked under. The smoldering fire licked the bottom of the campfire entirely; as new firewood was placed. The ash was floating through the air. The air was full of new scents like the roasting meat and the ash from the burnt wood. The smell of the burning fire it is was pure, relaxing, and joyous. Additionally, the strumming of the guitar and the humming of the campers made the evening even more special. The music was completely entrancing as the sweet melody went perfectly with the occasion, the melody was sweet like tender fish from the lake.
A warm radiance touched me gently like a lovers hand, the radiance of the setting sun was warm and powerful, the mauve of the dusky sky intensified as the flames of the sun were completely submerged in the horizon, and threads of light lingered in the sky mingling with the translucent clouds as the cuckoo made its way home so did the sun. Later, the bonfire I indulged in the enjoyable is a recollection of the past events of gazing at the marvels of this hill station during my trip.
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