Breathtaking beauty....

                   On the eve of the festival of Holi, I left for my hometown, Ooty. Colleges didn't seem to be reopening any time soon, I reckoned I might as well spend the holidays at home. I didn't want to spend any time travelling, so I decided to take a flight to Coimbatore from where my father would pick me up. It was the first time I was taking an evening flight. It turned out to be one of my best ever memories.

                I wasn't one with take-off issues or landing issues; I’d booked a window seat and was completely relaxed as we took off. As the plane gained altitude, my eyes widened. To say the city looked beautiful would be an understatement. The lights and the traffic – the city was a sea of red and gold. The roads were lit up and to me they seemed like rivers of gold, slowly moving towards their own destinations. The beauty I witnessed had me overjoyed. The city looked like sparklers sprinkled all over the ground; beautiful as a bride, dressed to rejoice.

As the plane drew me further away from the city, I felt a smile spread across my face. I’d fallen in love with the city, yet again.