Coorg Memoirs

From The Foot Hills Of the Western Ghats, India

​In the heart of Coorg, where flowers paint the land with vibrant hues and the aroma of coffee dances in the breeze, childhood memories bloom like the blossoms that adorn the hills. Climbing ancient trees, their branches a ladder to the sky, we reached for the dreams that whispered in the rustle of leaves. Juicy fruits became our sweet treasures, plucked from branches that seemed to touch the heavens. Through paddies we strolled, the emerald carpet beneath our feet leading to adventures untold. The river Cauvery, a timeless melody, flowed through our days, its gentle current weaving tales of joy and discovery. In Coorg's embrace, where beauty resides in every petal and the essence of coffee lingers in the air, our childhood memories are a mosaic of nature's wonders, a tapestry woven with the threads of laughter, exploration, and the pure magic of being young in this enchanting land