Araku Valley - The Ooty of Andhra
The sky seems gloomy. Who would have thought that something as colorless as water could make clouds so dark. It has started to drizzle now. I tried to rub condensed water droplets on the glassy wall of the room to get a clear view of the busy street ahead. Soon it will turn into an endless music of droplets hitting window panes, rooftops and tree-leaves; just like an old radio coming to life. For young couples, it's an occasion to express their love. For elderly, its a bitter sweet memory and for young ones, it's just a wet playground. Rain is like God's own poetry; each drop is a single letter in the song of life. But most of all, for me it's day to ride, break barriers and let the emotions flow and allow the rain to dance with my ride. Myself and a friend, started our voyage to the beautiful hills of the eastern ghats - Araku Valley. It's an absolute stunner and is home to picturesque hill stations, pristine beaches and temples. Blessed with so many options