Thought of getting home away from the rush of the city loaded with RAF officers this Independence day.
Three hours of wait in the queue
at the trashy little bus stand where swarms of people wearing the tri-color were stuffing themselves into rickety buses
and three more in the bus brought me to ooty from coimbatore.
The soothing cold air and the enchanting misty mountains clad in the most pristine green simply takes ones breath away every time.
Precious little boards display messages of plastic bag prohibition; right under which lay junk loaded with the prohibited material.
Apart from the scantily clad tourists the residents display a sense of rustic dignity that is peculiar to these hills.
These little things quite conpensate for the wait the transport authorities throw at you.
Yeh hai Ooty meri jaan!!