Playing mists, soul searching winds, hurling waterfalls, cold monsoons, fragrant cardamom
bushes, sprawling tea plantations, picturesque towns, the bluish tint of the Neelakkurinji Mountains, floating tunes of early morning
radio, and strange uniform herds of plantation workers, everything leading to Clouds 9 is divine. With the mist covering in the
valleys around, the plateau of a resort sticking out, it is a heavenly feeling of being on the legendary flaying machine - Pushpak,
floating over the clouds. Everything about Clouds 9 is divine. |