The Aroma

By Kanyaka Jena

From the waterfall, we embarked upon a scenic journey,

A journey that filled our senses with awe.

Up we walked, panting and excited,

In the trail between the lush green plants,

Cultivated in the terrace manner.

The plants, ascending with us,

Filled our nostrils with a familiar aroma.

The sun was steadily heading for rest behind the hills,

Casting the sky with different hues of red, orange, yellow and purple.

The drifting clouds created beautifully patterned rays.

As we approached the top, the plants swayed with the cool breeze,

As if cheering us to keep going…

We reached,

The sun peeped at us for a minute,

Colouring the sky orange and purple.

The clouds wore the shade of orange.

Lights twinkled from the habitation below.

The view was breathtaking.

The air felt pure,

Filled with the aroma of TEA.

By Kanyaka Jena