I was enchanted by the gentle puffs of cloud floating all around me. They were the fluffy grey monsoon clouds, threatening to erupt any time. We were on Kumaraparvatha, the second highest peak of Western Ghats. As the cold mountain winds propelled the clouds forward, I could feel myself engulfed in a moisture laden mist.. As the clouds moved away, my hazy vision gradually cleared, rendering me temporarily disillusioned..
Looking down, I could see the lesser hills of Western ghats all around. Layer after layer of blue green hills, obscured by rolling clouds and hazy mist. This must be what heaven feels like. I must say a truly mesmerizing view and a memorable monsoon trek.