Todas, the ethnic group from Nilgiris, have inhabited Udagamandalam, otherwise adored as Ooty, from time immemorial. In a red saree with messy pleats, I regret not wearing my watch; it is getting darker with every minute and Nilgiri range sanctuary hosts Bengal tigers, I remember. I stopped for a minute beside a wooden house, panting. The town down below is lit up like a constellation of stars. The pale lights are my destination, with resolution I start walking again as a bent-forward old man in white Mundu approached out of the wood cabin. His appearance is somber, with a stick in one hand he offers me a glass of water, invites me inside the house. I tell him my destination is the famed Botanical Garden, a hotel near the downtown, and that I have to rush. He says the road I have taken is a detour. Pointing towards the village, I decided to hike since crowd at Botanical Garden had sent tremors in my mind, he tells me to take the road assuring that leads me to the hotel. I gulp down water from the glass to return with a thanking smile only to find a locked cabin door in my front. No one is near vicinity except faint sounds of transport trucks from faraway passes. With a tickle in my spine, I realized the hospitable spirit of Ooty.