Araku Valley in the Eastern Ghats transforms each winter into a winter paradise. Once temperatures begin to dip, lush green valleys become blanketed in mist for an atmospheric yet revitalizing experience. As evening turned to night and temperatures began to dip further, the village gathered around a bonfire. Elders recounted folktales with visible breath in the cold air, while younger ones enjoyed steaming cups of freshly brewed coffee. Meera particularly enjoyed hearing stories of how an imaginary bird brought bountiful harvests every year in this valley climate. Meera found comfort in Araku Valley's coffee plantations and misty hills through family traditions and tales from her heritage. Winter in Araku wasn't simply another season; it was an eventful celebration of life, nature, and the enduring spirit shared among its people.