Raju smiled, adjusting his rearview mirror. “Everyone wants the clouds today.”
He took them to a forgotten viewpoint—no railings, no snack stalls, just a sheer drop into a sea of rolling green. A solitary elephant wandered far below. The clouds, for once, were exactly at eye level. munnar tourist season
“This,” she whispered, “is what I came for.” Raju smiled, adjusting his rearview mirror
As they drove, the road grew crowded. Tourist buses labeled “Kerala Packages” groaned around hairpin bends. Newlyweds in matching sweaters posed on roadside cliffs. A family from Delhi argued over whether to visit the Mattupetty Dam or the Eravikulam National Park first. Horns blared. Tea vendors shouted. A baby goat tied to a souvenir stall bleated in protest. The clouds, for once, were exactly at eye level
“If the clouds allow,” Raju said with a wink.
“Take us to the highest tea estate!” Ankit said, sliding into the back seat. “And then to that spot where the clouds touch the road.”