Munnar Tourist Season ((exclusive)) [ESSENTIAL]

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.

On the way back, they passed the main road. Traffic had slowed to a crawl. A tourist in a rented saree was trying to pet a wild bison near the roadside while her husband filmed. A chai wallah was doing record business. And Raju’s friend, Shankar, who ran a homestay, was standing outside with a cardboard sign: “Room Available—Only 15,000 Rupees.” munnar tourist season

“Same time tomorrow?” Ankit asked.

Raju dropped Priya and Ankit at their hotel. They tipped him extra. Raju’s first fare of the day was a

The monsoon had finally loosened its grip on Munnar, and for Raju, that meant one thing: the season had begun. Traffic had slowed to a crawl

And they were coming. In waves.

“This,” she whispered, “is what I came for.”