Dalhousie

Since long, I had been looking for a chance to have a charming glimpse of high mountains which are covered with snow. Although this attractive snow attracts you towards it, in return it gives cold pleasure.

One day, I got up with an idea to visit Dalhousie on my quivering lips. And after a few hours, I was on my way to Dalhousie, altogether a new and thrilling experience. It is the dream valley of my English teacher, my Guru. He used to talk a lot about it when I was his student at college. Still he has countless memories in his heart to narrate, whenever I meet him. Till afternoon I was among mountains. I felt at ease the moment I stepped on the breast of Dalhousie. I was in the lap of motherly nature, my childhood passion. The soft chilled breeze refreshed me within no time. Weariness was thrown at wind. I was hungry, but my hunger couldnt stop me enjoying the beauty of distant snowy mountains. And I tottered ahead on foot, with my luggage at my backa disturbance. I wanted to be free. And I was as I was alone. No work, no nothing. Just to enjoy the ever smiling sights. I didnt know which way to go. So I sought guidance and I was directed towards the top. On my way up, I had a sip of tea which willy-nilly reminded me of my English teacher, a tea-lover. For him to enjoy a cup of tea means to enjoy the company of a beautiful girl. Immediately after I enquired about the places I could see and enjoy. As a result I found myself among high mountains of Khajjiar-my next undecided destination.

The beauty of long spreading trees of Khajjiar made me spell bound. I was charmed by the sights which I longed for so passionately. It was a dream comes true. The plain grassy mountain seemed to be the heart of Khajjiar, a dream land of many newly married couples. But I was one and single. The blushing valley itself became my bride and I was in the arms of beauty. Thus I was no different from those couples. The beauty of my brides eyes, lips, face and body like the grass, trees, and distant snowy mountains excited my senses a lot. Gradually darkness started engulfing my feelings, my excitement, my curiosity and my love. I had to look for a shelter. Even it seemed visible and appealing. The cold breeze at night almost freezed my bones, and I spent a sleepless night.

Next morning, curious to embrace the white beauty, I moved towards Chamba, another excitement. There was beauty beyond beauty. I failed to coin words to praise it. The simplicity of the natives was another attraction. They, I felt, were away from the din and disturbance of advanced city life. They were pure at heart, too simple to cheat others-a life incarnation. No mobile ring tone ever seemed to create any chaotic and noisy rippling effect in their quiet life-a living example of peaceful life.

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