The valley is enclosed in a shroud of mist. On an early March morning in Coonoor Soon, the fingers of Sun, light up the day. While all admire the view from Coonoor to Bandipur
The birds herald in the new day…….. As the Jacaranda blooms with all its glory. My hair gets disheveled as I walk along, For the wind blows with its usual hurry.
The tea-pickers work with lighting speed. On the hill slopes covered with tea estates. The birds fly from one tree to another, As they give answer to the call of their mates.
Jumping and dancing on its way, the little stream gurgles as it goes along. I walk amongst the verdant tea estates . I dream of spending my days, as the stream sings a song.
Written in March 1969 as Preeti Panemanglor.
Publishing on 12/30/2021 as Preeti Gurung.