The sun came high in the sky slowly slowly.Ishant was still unaware of where kal went and he was waiting for him infront of gang base in a small tea stall.
After finishing his tenth cup of tea in row he fainted on table."Come soon Mr.Kal"He murmured.
Kal walked out from room he booked to get some rest.He passes room key to counter lady and thanked her.
"Umm... lady can you guide me."
"Yes,I can"She confirmed with a polite smile.
"So,"He takes out a paper from his right pocket and reads it.
"You have....."She ended her sentence with a same polite smile.
He left the hotel and walked straight to address he asked.In way he saw fields with coffee and workers working there with triangular hat on their hat.
Beautiful greenary,long trees,long hills and many more was in front of his eyes.He climbed the route and but before he remembered something important.Then he walked to cloth store.There he saw a dress which he wanted to buy.Kuppia.
Kuppia it was name given to that dress.It was long,black coat with an embroidered waist-belt worn by the Kodavus.Coorg people are called kodavus because Coorg is also known as Kodagu.
Kuppia resembles the kuffia worn by the Arabs and kurds.