
The morning in Ooty felt like a dream painted by nature itself.
A blanket of silver mist drifted lazily over the rolling emerald hills, wrapping the entire valley in a soft embrace. The air was crisp and cool, carrying the fresh scent of eucalyptus and pine. Dewdrops clung to every blade of grass, sparkling like tiny diamonds whenever the shy morning sun peeked through the clouds.






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