One winter noon, two of my friends and I were relaxing in the hostel room, waiting for the results of the first term for the sophomore year. It was when we decided to go out someplace, and we came up together, Vrindavan. Within an hour, we were on the bus to Chhatikara. It was a three-hour journey from Faridabad, and we got there by the evening, got into a shared auto-rickshaw, and arrived at the destination.
There are positive vibes amidst the chaos. The aura of the place is such that rickshaws do not blow horns. Instead, they say, 'Radhe-Radhe.' The narrow streets were busy with people, cows, and rickshaws, and our hunt for a night stay begins. After searching for half an hour, we found a stay at Ramakrishna Bhawan for just ₹300.