When random people met up to scale a hill in the rainy, windy monsoon season along a scenic tea estate.
The distant monument or whatever it was had piqued an interest in me to explore it. So I took the turn to the right in the glade and here I am. I am fast approaching it and the monument keeps on growing in size. I finally figured out that it was a huge castle that sat beautifully in the middle of the meadows with the river flowing to the east of it. And the sweet smell of roses and lavenders are filling the air with the chirping and humming of the fairies that keep flying in the weirdest of all fashions. Some say hi to me and I retort. Some come and sit in my shoulders; all tired from their work and hike a ride on me for a few yards.