Raju dropped Priya and Ankit at their hotel. They tipped him extra.
Then he smiled, finished his tea, and set his alarm for 4:30. The season waits for no one. munnar tourist season
Priya lowered her phone. For ten seconds, she just stared. Raju dropped Priya and Ankit at their hotel
That night, Raju sat on his veranda, drinking ginger tea. The hills were quiet again, save for the distant rumble of a late-season bus. His phone buzzed—a message from a number he didn’t recognize. “Need jeep for sunrise. 5 AM. Five people. Is it worth it?” The season waits for no one
Raju’s first fare of the day was a young couple from Mumbai, Priya and Ankit. They were clutching a selfie stick and a list of “must-see” spots downloaded from Instagram.
“So crowded,” Priya muttered, fanning herself. “I thought this was off-season.”
Raju laughed softly. “Madam, in Munnar, there is no off-season. Only peak and peak-er. But,” he added, turning down a narrow lane hidden by eucalyptus trees, “I know a place.”