First things first! This is not a write up about my experiences at Mussoorie. Neither is it a diary. It can be called as a
compilation of thoughts, that too a very random one. I will be posting these thoughts one after the other. One more clarification. This is not through the
eyes of an Officer trainee or a student. This is a reflection of mind of a traveler, who travels through every moment…
1. THE MIST.
I admit. I am more than mesmerized by the
mist here. The mist is not merely present here. It flows here.Its pure,
uninhibited,unrestrained. It appears when it wants and vanishes at its own
will. It surprises with untimely, unexpected appearances and leaves everyone
amused. Doesn’t that make it something like happiness?
The mist knows no
boundaries. It flows here through the roads and boulevards, valleys and swales,
forests and woodlands… Its just like a stream of milk that runs through the
hills, perhaps to cleanse the hills, for man has left no stone unturned to
discolour the pristine greenery in the hills. I hope this mist is able to wash
off this blot. Or else, it might need another fierce flow of water like the
2013 Uttarakhand catastrophe to purify the muck humans have spread…
