far from the madding crowd

It was 4 pm when we reached Chilapata, a quaint town nestled among forests somewhat near the indo-bhutan border in the newly formed alipurduar district, west bengal, india.
The sun was about to set, the wind blowing softly, rustling the leaves. It was early spring with a cold nip in the air. The resort offered an excellent view of the nearby forest.
Branches of the tall trees swayed in the wind, the rain clouds were gathering. The horizon had changed colour from yellowish orange to crimson. The setting sun, the dark clouds in the backdrop of the forest canopy unfolded an ethereal beauty in front of our eyes.
Suddenly from the tree tops they started calling - the peacocks, they started calling from far from near sometimes alone sometimes in unison. Tearing through the approaching darkness their shrill calls reverberated in the air.
The rains had started. The ground which had a long dry spell gulped up the moisture emanating that wet mossy smell of grass.
We.... opened all our senses every pore of our body, soaking up the pristine natural beauty of Chilapata forest.