A long winding road led us to the foot of the Hills. A stone laid path took us forth, forking into two before us. Either sides of the paths were lined by thick green ferns, purple lilacs and other colored flowers. At the end of those graveled pathways, stood two subtle looking huts. Made of mud, the huts were a blunt shade of brown, unevenly bulging at the edges. The roofs were hidden beneath a non-porous sheath of creepers. Inside the main and rather larger hut, we found ourselves overlooking a canopy of trees. The constant rustle of the leaves, owing to a cold breeze, interspersed the monotony of the chirruping birds and disturbed crickets.
Down a flight of stairs, it was almost like discovering the secret cellars of an ancient palace. We were in an airy lounge that echoed an eerie silence, from which sprawled two long hallways, studded with wooden doors along its walls. The doors made way to dimly lit, tastefully furnished rooms, that had a scent of romance in the air. One could call upon all occurrences of déjà vu and would find none that was as beautiful. We let out short gasps in awe, amidst the muffled noises of shoes scratching against thatched mud.
We were a group of 44 and more. Each one utterly different from the other, yet delicately knit together by one common bond. As for me, I find it much easier to have imaginary conversations in my head than in person, and there I was, busily engaged in my multiple virtual monologues with all the new faces. Monologues because it was more of them doing the talking and I doing the listening. And that’s exactly how I liked it, trust me. There was a rare excitement found in getting to know new people.
In all, those 14 hours kind of taught me there is no special time to feel good about oneself, all you need is a tad bit of luck and a great employer!
P.S : The venue described is the Banasura Hill Resort, at Wayanad, Kerala. And my employer is Mr. RCKR (short for Rajesh CKR).