A VISIT TO A HILL STATION

                  Last year in the summer vacation i along with my cousin, decided to visit Mussorie a hill station in the Garhwal mountains of Uttrakhand, also known as the Queen of the hills. We thus boarded the Mussorie express train from Delhi and the next morning we were in Dehradun, a city on the foothills of the mountains. The taxi ride from  to Mussorie was two hour drive, with sharp and steep turn. The deep gorges, were enough to send a chill down one's spine and so we desperately clung to our seats.

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A VISIT TO A HISTORICAL PLACE

                    By 10 A.M we were in Mussorie and as I stepped out of taxi, the fist thing that struck we was cool refreshing breeze. This was a welcome change from the hot loo we had just left behind. Scampering with are baggage we set forth to the tourist lodge, which was a distance away from the mall , by the time we reached the place we were panting for breath but were unmindful of the exhaustion.

                 No sooner had we got fresh, we were ready to venture out again. As my cousin was familiar with the place we decided to go to Gun Hill top by trolley. The trolley ride was indeed memorable for the scenic beauty down below was  breathtaking. Once atop the hill we set about exploring the place,which was a tourist delight. We saw tastefully done up stalls of eatables and novelty items. The spirit of merrymaking and laughter filled the air. We also joined in the fun and got ourselves photographed as Gabbar Singh, the legendary tinsel dacoit. By the time we returned to our lodge it was dark.

                   The next day we set out for Kempty Fall that is half and hour drive from Mussorie. The scene at waterfall was indeed mesmerising. Small droplets of water struck us on the face, even thoough we were standing a distance away. The place was swarming with tourists and the children were having a whale of a time, in little pools of water besides the waterfall. Their merrymaking was so infections,that we also joined in the fun and got drenched. Luckily we had brought our clothes,so after a quick change, we sat down for sumptuous lunch at one of the tastefully done up restaurants. We were by now tired with exhaustion and therefore decided to return,for we had also to do packing for our departure the next morning.

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                 I now appreciate why poets and authors get there inspiration from nature, that is in abundance on this pictureque mountains. While they have the gift of conveying their sentiments, in prose are poetry, normal mottles like me can only get moved. It was with a heavy heart that we begin our journey home next morning, bidding farewell to the mountains. However, making a solemn promise, to one day again return for a longer stay in the lap of nature.