The day was 20th of January, my one hand was freezing inside my blazer pockets and holding a warm comforting cup of tea with the other, when my friend Vartika ran across the street shouting at me, “We are leaving for Mussoorie first thing tomorrow”. It was all planned randomly and we set off for the snow entrenched trails of the Queen of hills early the next morning. From the city of Dehradun the local government transport buses from Dehradun Railway station usually take around 2-3 hours to reach the reporting bus depot of Mussoorie mall road. My girls and I were sitting, uncomfortable in same position and attitude for a few hours, wishing the journey to be over with all our hearts. We started at 7:30 am from Dehradun, bypassing the spiral one way our bus kept climbing on to the peak of the altitude, steep slope on one side of the road and tall rock mountain on the other. We reached our destination, chatting, laughing and feeling nauseous every once in a while, by 10:45 am approximately. We were welcomed by a sheet of pristine white knee deep snow. Imagine the wonder, a temperate town girl felt when she saw such a mesmerizing landscape for the first time.
I was so deeply astonished by the beauty and surreal view that, for a while I lost the track of time and kept staring from the telescope point towards Dehradun city, with all its houses and buildings appearing to be tiny from there like the hobbit grassland. The seemingly endless discussions and mini arguments with my girls led to a decision of breakfast and tea ritual before starting for our trek venture in snow from Mussoorie mall road to Lal Tibba in Landour , the highest peak of Mussoorie. I agreed complacently to avoid wasting any more time. Post breakfast, at 12:00 pm we started our trek through the glistening snow laden slippery sidewalks. Focusing on our journey rather than destination, we swirled around in circles in snow fights with kids from local school. After a mile, I pulled an extra jacket each from my backpack as it was getting extra chilly with the open mountain winds than that in the main city which was packed with shops and tourists. The more further from the city we went the more virgin, solid and deep the snow was.