“Take us to the highest tea estate!” Ankit said, sliding into the back seat. “And then to that spot where the clouds touch the road.”
Raju’s first fare of the day was a young couple from Mumbai, Priya and Ankit. They were clutching a selfie stick and a list of “must-see” spots downloaded from Instagram. munnar tourist season
Priya lowered her phone. For ten seconds, she just stared. “Take us to the highest tea estate
He took them to a forgotten viewpoint—no railings, no snack stalls, just a sheer drop into a sea of rolling green. A solitary elephant wandered far below. The clouds, for once, were exactly at eye level. no snack stalls