Rehguzar#01 : The Queen of Hills

 

मैं अपने आप में गहरा उतर गया शायद

मिरे सफ़र से अलग हो गई रवानी मिरी

- अब्बास ताबिश

You can only absorb the worthwhile surrounding when you can let go the trivial insignificant inside and lose yourself…

It is only when you shed the overlying you, that you reach a layer closer to the core inside.

Such is the beauty of traveling; you can feel your heart melting even in the most freezing of scales!!

रहगुज़र, yet another series of posts just like ख़यालात and The Bindings, is where my words make an attempt to transport you to a quick virtual and metaphorical tour to the places I recently returned from and what I lost and gained all along the way.

Let my narration only outline the image and your mind be the palette to paint life into it! Make sure to close your eyes and catch a breather as you leisurely scroll through the lines.

The Queen of Hills

As your eyes absorb the beauty encompassing you; your lungs expand attempting to intake all the goodness in the atmosphere…

As you sigh at the microscopic world you left behind; you simultaneously magnify the inner self...

As your heart negotiates the low to high terrains; the soul exudes warmth amidst the bone-chilling cold.

As the rehguzar takes you up from Dehradun to Mussoorie, you’re bound to fall for the breathtaking enchantress to your left. Halt at a random Maggie point, turn heads up to down and right to left and drop jaws at the much much above than expected vistas. 

Get some pinches to believe it’s real!

When you’re up in the hills, one half of you is you.

The other half is Maggie noodles!! 

You achieve a crazy ability to gobble up that stuff almost any hour of the day or night.

Make sure you’ve booked a "view wala" room, although it’s so damn more chilled than a non view wala. 

Special mention to Aman baba who brought along his sister’s hair dryer as a primary weapon to help away with the cold inside blankets. What a savior!

Somehow managing to wake up early enough, go get scooters and head out anywhere. Let the best photographer (me, here) take the back seat. This place will never disappoint you. 

All along the twisted and turned roads, you’ll crave to standstill and capture as much as or more than you can. Since the sites are pretty far enough, you’re sure to return with the sun already surrendered and given way to the no less appealing nightscape of the city. 

Although every place has its own magical significance, the nuances lie in the mind of the traveler. If you’re well in sync with the surroundings and observant enough, it is as if you can trace a parabolic curve of your interconnection with the air of the cities.

Here's what I plotted!

Delhi and Mussoorie are so youthful, you’re carefree to throw yourself to the crazy vigorous nightlife. If you cannot, you definitely go through a regretful FOMO. 

Or if you’re intoxicated too much by then, you’ll have to wait to clean all of that in Haridwar...