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Why I will always choose mountains over beaches


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I scrambled up one of the hilly terrains of Kumaon. It was freezing, I couldn't feel my fingers, I was constantly slipping on wet rocks and breathlessness was slowly creeping in. There was a sharp blast of cold air, and I couldn't have been freezing any more than I already was.

And yet, I'd take all of this over beaches any day.

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Tune out the crowd, and tune into luxury

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Look up from your Facebook screens and take a glance at the majestic mountains. Forget tweeting for a while; hear the birds chirp. Tune out the constant blabber, and hear yourself think.

It's time to break the technological tether, and embark on a new adventure. So, whether you are looking to fan your curiosity about other cultures, have an affinity for learning about history, or are simply looking to disconnect, here is a list of some amazing luxury resorts tucked away in pristine corners of the country.

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Why Rishikesh is much more than its yoga hotspots

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Rishikesh has always been THE place for spiritual seekers and yoga enthusiasts, with masses of ashrams and all kinds of meditation classes. But today, this religious town on the fast-flowing Ganges, surrounded by forested hills, is conducive to a lot more than just limb-twisting and praying.

Rishikesh has slowly emerged as a hub for white-water rafting, backpacking and a revered gateway to treks in the mighty Himalayas.

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Stories of old-world charm and nostalgia

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Nestled between the Himalayas and the Shivalik range, Dehradun is a place like no other. Dew-kissed mornings, nights on terraces watching the lights twinkle in Mussorie,breezy drives and big lawns in every house characterize this valley. No wonder then that one of India's most beloved authors chose to make it his home. Ruskin Bond's fascination with Dehradun stemmed from his trips to the famous Paltan Bazar, the lush litchi gardens in every backyard, panoramic tea estates and walks through Rajpur Road, which is now full of swanky malls.

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Where tradition and modernity collide

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Gangtok should not be dismissed as just another hill station. For one, it is more relaxed than most hill stations its size and also, spotlessly clean. No overflowing garbage cans and no spitting on roads, rules that locals swear by. Monasteries stand in perfect harmony with the cafe culture of Gangtok and the cheerful vibe eventually rubs off on you. Gangtok is blessed with a handful of sights and doubles up as a base to many other excursions, but you should probably extend your stay here to soak in the charm of this easy and happy blend of tradition and modernity.

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A pictorial walk through Kausani

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My love affair with the mountains continues with Kausani, a tiny hamlet perched high on a forest-covered ridge.

The mist lifts to reveal panoramic views of multiple snow-capped peaks and teaches me about the joy of missing out. Continue reading "The joy of missing out"

The story of Ranikhet and its tranquil charm.

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We got off at the Haldwani bus stand at 3.30 in the morning to be welcomed by a harsh and cold wind and a multitude of taxi drivers. After some negotiating and waiting of about 30 minutes for other passengers, we hopped inside a cramped Alto to begin our 3-hour drive to Ranikhet. A network of tar roads that snakes through the mountains and soaring pine trees calmed our weary souls.

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