-“Let’s go this month.”
-“But we have bills to pay, remember?”
-“This time we have reservation 15 days in advance.”
-“So excited! I hope nothing bad happens.”
*Major displeasing incident. Plan cancelled.*
-“Maybe we should do it spontaneously. Too much planning takes away the charm.”
-“I’ll inform you two days in advance. Keep your bags ready.”
This was going to be my first visit to a hill station. While we were excited to finally head off towards Kasauli in Himachal – the devbhoomi of India, we fretted over time constraint. With just 2 days at hand, we rushed straight from the office to Kashmere Gate and boarded our bus. After 3 hours of constant chit chats, laughter and watching Dil Chahta Hai (specially reserved for this occasion), I dozed off.
I was being constantly poked to which I woke up hurriedly. With eyes sparkling, my friend told me rather excitedly, “look, we are here, amid the mountains.” We were at Parwanoo, and just about to embark upon the journey I always wanted to take. Though it was night, pitch dark – but the flickering lights at distance, a distinct waft of aroma and the cold breeze touching my face assured that we are where we wanted to be. While I was jumping with joy like a 5 year old, my friend beaming with happiness turned my face towards the sky. And there it was – “a sky full of stars.” How magnificently they shone and sparkled. That was one view that I never captured on my camera, but deep in my heart it found a special space.