Come a long weekend, and we are all set to plan a drive away from the bustling city. Strangely, our idea of a perfect destination seems always to have the two traits: less people and seclusion. When internet browsing showed up Lansdowne as a suggested destination, we felt lucky. It fits the bill perfectly. It's the nearest hill station from Delhi, is sparsely populated and so blissfully quiet.
I have always had the picture of a perfect hill station etched in my mind: a small, sleepy village nestled in the folds of the Himalayas, surrounded by majestic pine forests. Its people, honest and hardworking, welcome you with an easy smile. They grow beautiful orchids in their back garden and on Sundays congregate at a quaint church for worship and share a close bond of familiarity with each other.
Never did I realize that I would actually chance upon such a place in Lansdowne. For me, the most beautiful place in Lansdowne is the St. John's Church. It was Christmas when we went there. The stone building had an old world charm about it, Decked up in festive colours, the place beamed with happiness. Local folks had gathered there to share the joy. There were homemade plum cakes for everyone and the Pastor himself was serving hot coffee to all.