By Rupali Gupta Mukherjee
Euphoria Stealthily, I crept up to the tall tree-top, And, sat reclined in the cozy loft. Tuning pages of legacy, ‘The Saga of Indian Tea’, My mind diverted by the tweet of myriad birds. I glanced from the heavenly machaan Acres of undulating tea bushes lay onward. A goblet of sizzling first-flush from the emerald lawn, I sat snug on the tree-house, gazing at the divine dawn. Horizon dipped in lavender splash, Dam-Dim Estate draped in awe-struck flash. Chic Swiss country-house veiled in misty streak Orange coppice, crimson orchid fringes the nearby creek, Ethnic cuisine, colonial suites, carpeted jade tea-brushwood Sinuous rivulet Chel brimming in classical rosewood. As I stood by the brook, to have a lucid look I heard a placid din. Was it the trumpet of the wild? Beyond Chel, I stood beguiled. Their trumpets ricochetted with the adjacent mountain range. Hiking downhill, I felt blessed, wasn’t nature’s obscurity strange?
Rupali Gupta Mukherjee has a passion for reading, writing and reciting poetry. She is a nature enthusiast, loves to travel and has a zeal for photography.
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