Sometimes it’s better to enjoy one’s own company, one’s own thoughts, one’s own mood, one’s own choice of food, one’s own feelings with thousand other meanings flying above this vast blue sky, across these huge mountains reaching to someone somewhere unknown of happenings…!! Let’s give love a chance, making our heart dance, once again with joy and pleasure, without anything to measure just dive in with me and together we shall see how beautiful life is with someone constantly to miss..!! Yes, these were some random lines I wrote on that beautiful monsoon solo trip to a small but beautiful hill station called ‘ Mussoorie‘. I have a very old connection with this hill station. It was my parent’s honeymoon destination and my first ever trip with them when I was merely 3 years old. That year onwards I have been to this place a number of times but this was my first ever solo trip to the hill station. So at around 11 pm on Friday I was surfing through this site called ‘Haridwar Rishikesh Tourism‘ and by one way or another booked my hotel in Mussoorie for one night. It cost me around 2000 Indian rupees and I was quite fulfilled by the photos of the room and the lodging. The name of the Hotel was Hotel Monarch at Ghandhi chowk. For a moment in the wake of booking the inn I could hardly imagine how I did the booking. It was so unordinary for an individual like me to do a wonder such as this. It was irregular and speedy. In any case, this demonstration pushed me to gather my packs and set my alert of 6 am next morning. I educated my senior about my to be daring excursion and advised her on the off chance that regardless you discover me resting in my room the following morning, at that point you can accept that I didn’t leave by any means .But the inverse occurred; I got up around 5 am and left my hotel around 6 am.
In Mussoorie
Upon request, I discovered the directional signage and pursued the trail. Truly in the center, I felt as though whether I have submitted another slip-up of booking an obscure lodging or not. The prospect that occasionally what is appeared on the knot will be not what is, in all actuality, came inside my modest mind. I arranged a psychological countermeasure to it that is to leave Mussoorie by evening. Be that as it may, shockingly the inn was great and safe past my desire. It was an off-season for sightseers yet at the same time there was a great deal of group in the slope station and furthermore in the lodging that I booked. I found my room extremely comfortable, flawless, perfect and safe.
Mall Road Mussoorie
I left my room around 12: 30 pm towards the Mall Road. I chose to have my lunch at a decent bistro or eatery. The meaning of ‘ great’ was something very much refreshing on the application called ‘ TripAdvisor’. Along these lines, I sought on this application and found a spot called ‘ Momos -Tibetan Restaurant’.
Gun Hill It was a 100 rupee ticket to this spot which very surprise me since it was not worth that sum by any means. All things considered I sat inside the link vehicle with two families joined by 2 or multi year old children and a youthful lovey-dovey couple who were not releasing a solitary minute by without contacting one another! well no making a decision here in light of the fact that I was very appreciating my conversation inside that little vehicle. I might want to end this post with some increasingly delightful lines that I found in this adventure :“Looking in your eyes I see a heaven , This world that I have found, Is unrealistic , Remaining here alongside you , Need such a great amount to give you, This adoration in my heart that, I am feeling for you” – Jefferson Startship.