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 memories are not just sights; they are feelings.
They carry the birdsong, the warmth of early sunlight on the low tilla hills, and the simple rhythm of life that felt safe and peaceful. Whenever I return to these memories, I feel grounded—like I am standing in the heart of nature that raised me.
This folder is where I gently keep those moments: the walks, the silence, the green, the scents, the emotions.
A small mindful corner to return to—slowly, softly, one post at a time.
