#IncredibleIndia : Uttrakhand
The clouds wandered and sang their own song, the Himalayan ranges told their majestic story and the stunning landscape gorgeously stood standstill. I wished time could stop ticking too and get lazy. Over a cuppa of coffee, plateful of Masala Maggi and hot bread pakoras, when I leisurely played Carrom-board with travel freaks (friends) of my age, I experienced bliss at Sursingdhar in Uttrakhand.
Far from the maddening crowd of Delhi, I was dreamy of a weekend getaway which promised ‘Play, Leisure and Vacation’ and the wish was granted. Thanks to my friend Aditi who suggested Sursingdhar, until then I was not even aware that a place as such existed beyond Chamba, above New tehri. This holiday turned out to be a soul retreat as the stunning views of the Himalayan peaks and the gorgeous paradise of the Himalayan Ecolodges arrested me in their beauty. Honestly, I experienced immense joy and happiness in doing absolutely nothing.
It did not take more than three days to plan this trip because hubby and I were totally fine with traveling to Dehradun via Volvo bus. (The train tickets can be difficult to manage at the last minute and would need a pre-booking of more than a month). From Dehradun, its easy as one needs to take a local cab which can take you for a 90 km ride uphill. Believe me the scenic views, curvaceous bends and the fresh mountain air will give you a high on life.
I purposely did not take my laptop for this 3 days getaway but I did miss it, not for my work but for penning down a poem. The natural beauty inspired the writer in me. On the second day, lazily perched on one of the cane chairs of my balcony, I did not want to read any book but reflect and introspect around one of my own. With a blank mind, I simply loved the idea of savoring the gorgeous views around.
If you are an early riser you will love to catch the lovely sunrise beyond the Himalayan ranges. If not, make an attempt to get up, take a view of the skies and hit the bed again. I bet you will not go back again.
On the third day when it rained in the night it came as a blessing to us. Early morning we squeaked in delight when we were able to see the the ranges of the famous Nanda Devi peak. The cameras did not rest until they had captured enough. It was hard to declare that the getaway was over but I left Sursingdhar with a promise that I would be back again. More I felt weighed down by a responsibility to inspire others to visit many more places in India that have the mighty power to put us closer to our soul.