My first tryst with Mussoorie was in Ruskin Bond short stories. The deep, meaningful writing which provoked thoughts of leaving life as you know it and moving to the hills. It was there that I understood nuances of living in the forest, surrounded by mountains.
And in fact, many of my childhood memories revolve around visiting the mountains. Just not Mussoorie. Never Mussoorie.
So, when recently a plan was being talked of to visit the Queen of Hills, I was more than game. I was all packed and ready to go!
We decided to drive up to Mussoorie from Noida (which is where we live) and the route was pretty straight-forward. We went from Noida to Ghaziabad then to Roorkee via Meerut and finally arrived in Dehradun. We took a break there and then continued our journey uphill.