Mr Butler

Every day brings new surprises and a hope to start afresh all over again. With the winter lurking around the corner, everything washes over with a new delight and fragrance.

I’m a winter lover, which is why when the sun comes up like thunder over the Seoraksan, I go down to the foot of the hill, picking my way over the flower bed and misty greenery that decorated parts of the garden.

During the journey, I explore the vastness of the land and all the differences it has embraced from Chaitali. I find myself listing a few first-handedly.

Unlike the technologically advanced front of my pack, Ahi Empire is cocooned in nature’s lap with yellow tulips and budding roses at the front before it opens its mouth to dens and dungeons.

The atmosphere is misty and the air is fresh. There is no overbearing honking of vehicles or smoke of chimneys. I am not running around the clock. Life has slowed down and so I am. It’s calming, serene, and inviting in a different sort of way that I cannot help