A gentle reflection from the tea gardens of Sreemangal — where silence hums with life, childhood shaped itself in green paths, and stillness became a lifelong anchor.
Tea garden memories, for me, are pieces of quiet mornings wrapped in soft mist—moments where the world slowed down and breathed gently. The endless stretch of green bushes, the earthy smell of tea soil, and the tender sound of leaves being plucked shaped my sense of calm from childhood. These…