Still recovering my last night’s courtesy, we took off to our next spot in the morning, the 200 years old Kasauli Brewery owned by Mohan Meakins. After visiting the brewery, the cab driver asked his to change the cab, setting us off for his self-proclaimed urgent work, to which we couldn't deny. After doing the needful, we went ahead for the Manki Point. Set amidst the Air Force Station, Manki is the highest point of the Kasauli at a whopping altitude of 6,322 ft. and houses a Hanuman Temple( Lord Hanuman, a disciple of Rama). According to the Indian Mythology, the place is believed to be touched by Lord Hanuman’s feet after acquiring the renowned ‘Sanjivany Booty’. The place was calm and restored my much-needed peace.
Cherishing the serenity, we took our way back to the market, but little did I know that we were about to learn the greatest lesson of our life. Some 200 metres, and we encountered him. A 10-year-old something, clinging a school bag and a mischievous smile crossed our path. A sudden connection was established, and I felt an alien urge to call him and offer him some chocolates. I went ahead with my intuition and did the same. He liked it and asked for some more so I offered him the other one. But the same thing repeated for more than an expected number of times. He was just not going away; he started following us, imitating us. He played, he shouted, he laughed, and in no time we had our first official tourist guide onboard. It felt like a roller coaster ride back to our childhood, to the subtle innocence that we all had somewhere deep down in our hearts. We felt good, we felt innocence perhaps. So, getting ahead with our schedule we bade him goodbye and went on to visit some more places including the St. Patrick's Church, sunset point, among others.