Out on a Date with Roses

IMG_6147While on my expedition to the southern region of India, far from the daily stress and hustles of my hectic schedule and work; I came across tranquil solitude and beauty. In the unwinding milieu of Ooty, I discovered beauty, love, peace, solace, comfort and relaxation. Drifting in the role of a wanderer I was gathering all the ingredients that fill your bosom high-up to make you happy and bring tears of joy in your eyes without your even realizing what just happened. Ahhh…. Feasting my eyes on the serene green beauty of the rolling down landscape, visiting the tea gardens, boating in the lake, giving my regards to the overwhelming beauty of clouds and forests with my camera on a non-stop click job; there I was lying in the bed on the second night of my trip, checking for the itinerary of the third day. On the top of the list was a visit to the rose garden for 3 hours. 3 hours in a rose garden! Haahhhh… What for, while there is so much more around to see and to explore? I thought.

How could I even think of that? That expression was so stupid of me, reflecting the unaware, reckless side of me. Well, but there I arrived at the garden with a preset mind to spend around 2 hours winding things up as soon as possible and save myself time to cover the others attractions of the city. The moment I entered the garden and threw a sight at the area of the garden, the first reaction was WAOOWW… Such a huge and beautiful garden, Woooh and all other thoughts and programs were gone.

I stepped down the stairs looking at the lovely beauties, innocent, pure, perfect and matchless.

Smiling, shying away, each of them said a hello. The garden was very well maintained. The only regret I had at that moment was why this August is and not May, that flowering season, when these delicate beauties are at their best. While meeting every row, every column and coming across the various plants and specie; I was awed at the brilliance of nature, at the excellence the Almighty, which He has shown in the great variety and collection of such roses across the world, put together and displayed beautifully in the Rose Garden of Ooty. Without a doubt, the Rose garden is a walking Paradise layered with fragrant roses.

By the time I got a call from my driver that it’s time for the next spot and we are losing time; I realized that I was not just on a visit there, but I was in love, on a date with the roses of Ooty. With a very heavy heart I said bye to my darlings, with a promise to return to them as soon as possible and this time in the peak season, when they would be at their youth and I’ll have my whole days for them, committed with honesty and love.