Come Fall In Love
Glorious as heaven itself must be , I have always thought the gates of heaven must be its crowning glory. That at least is true of Landsdowne, as you reach Kotdwar and find the sky measured out in the grey and blue. The grey is the hills of Pauri Garhwal that you are going to …
This quaint little cantonment retains the original charms, right from the days Chakrata was established by Colonel Hume and fellow officers of the British 55th Regiment, 135 years ago. The local populace may complain on occasion that they cannot get the same opportunities to cater to tourism as their cousins in Mussoorie nearby, but the …
Restless and belligerent from its Himalayan Odyssey, the Yamuna River burtsrs out of the hills in the Jaunsar-Bawar region in the Doon Valley, to continue its travels across the great Indian plains. The Young, bubbly, crystal clear stream is a far cry from the sullen, withered creature you encounter in Delhi or Agra. Seven folds …
After hours of uphill roads, suddenly you find yourself descending into the breathtaking Vista of a circular, stadium like valley, dropping as low as 900m above sea level. Your stunned eye travels down the face of the mountains, with their forests of rhododendron, pine and oak. It crosses long, vertical gashes of rock – scars …
Mussoorie sits smug on the title, ‘’ Queen of the Hills’’. Though a number of upstarts have staked claim to it, none has been able to match the flavor and charm of this hill town set up by winded British officers to escape the heat and chaos of the plains. This, despite the crowd that …
For an urban Indian, there is nothing quite like the first breath of fresh hill air. Clambering down from the Ranikhet Express at Ramnagar on chilly morning is enough to make you gasp. The carboniferous cocktail of the city is exhaled in a sigh, and the great Outdoors are rushing in to , leaf-cooled, earth …
The wind is a wish, the river a blessing, the white sands silvers of myths. At Rishikesh, The Ganga enchants as she flows by, quietly but purposefully. The verdant foothills of the Himalaya welcome her as she goes forth on her journey towards the sea, urging her to pause , and why , she almost …
Har Har Gange! This celebratory exhoration has been the cry of the devout from time immemorial, shouted with gusto while taking a plunge of faith into the pleasantly cold waters of Jeevan Dayini( the giver of life), Moksha Pradayini (bestower of salvation) Ganga at Haridwar. Visiting a tempe is in itself secondary here. The age …
