The last paper of my SSC board exams and I come home to be surprised by my father with a ticket of frontier mail to Saharanpur and to Dehradun, Mussorie. The journey began to see, learn and enjoy life. I cant explain the feeling of a young sixteen year who is venturing on a trip alone. I was warmly taken in by a punjabi famiky going to delhi, that was my first interaction of a punjabi famiky with such warm heart and great hospitality with a big appetite, such exotic food that I still remember the tandoori chicken and makidal. I met my uncle in Saharanpur and than went ahead to Dehradun to my other uncle who was a PWD engineer, he was working on the construction of a road from Mussorie to Nainital. The beautiful mountains of Mussorie and winding roads to the top. I remember very distinctively that Qurbani was released and the song Laila was played all over Mussorie. A small place but very beautuful and a single road to go back n forth [It was MAALROAD]. And there I met my first romance a girl from Meerut, dusky and sharp features{ sound like movies but true}. We used to meet daiky for a cup of coffee and ice cream and stroll down in the valley, but those 2 weeks were beautiful romantic days which had its oddity and shyness. But we never met after she left Mussorie.
Than I ventured to Agra, Fathepur shikri, Haridwar and risgikesh. What a stunning visual at Haridwar near Ganga Ghat on the day of Diwali, beautifully lit and that Aarti on the ghats, what a visual it was. And a winderful trip which ended with my results of my Board exams. So a new life was waiting to begin.
Than I ventured to Agra, Fathepur shikri, Haridwar and risgikesh. What a stunning visual at Haridwar near Ganga Ghat on the day of Diwali, beautifully lit and that Aarti on the ghats, what a visual it was. And a winderful trip which ended with my results of my Board exams. So a new life was waiting to begin.
