Yes the travel changed me, from being trapped in the cage of comfort, belongings to be myself without worrying. Calling it an escape from the world won't be wrong, because this journey for me was not just a trip. It was hiding from the unrelenting reality and the troubled days of the city. This was unmistakably the journey with the stranger, and a journey with the self. I explored nothing but learned a lot. I learned to distance myself from the crowd that comforts my days and to seek pleasure in isolation and solitude. That's what the hills do. They teach you to embrace yourself, love nature, cherish not the body but the soul.
The roads of Uttarakhand aren't just the roads, they are the trails leading to heaven. With the fresh aroma of the dew, the gust of air passing through the soul and the warm tranquil sun rays kissing the body, Dhanaulti isn't just another hill station. It hides something enchanting and special like the rest.
Lying at the foothills of Garwhal, Dhanulti is enclosed by the major attraction of Uttarakhand, Mussoorie and Chamba. With the alpine vegetation of Deodar, the woodlands and the narrow traces crossing the unnamed and unrecognized hills, the journey to Dhanaulti was no less than a scenic representation in Bollywood movie.