A Journey Through The Heart of Mountains
There's something magical about the hills, especially when nature decides to put on a show. I was in Mussoorie, Uttarakhand, surrounded by misty mountains and lush greenery, when I witnessed one of the most unforgettable moments of my life - a unforgettable night full of rain and then a sudden hailstorm which melted our hearts with pure warmth of peacefulness and happiness. The air was filled with the gentle sound of hailstones hitting the ground, roadside-railings, on glass-bonet-roof of cars, on our heads which didn't hurt but rather felt as God's tears being poured down on us to make us feel safe and blissful. It created a surreal atmosphere, almost like nature was in its own rhythm singing along with a choir full of thunderstorms and the sound of rain.
I was sitting by a roadside stall, with the smell of fresh corns being roasted and sipping on hot kulhad-tea that warmed both my hands and heart, everything felt just right.
The small-cozy stall felt like the perfect companion of chilly weather, offering warmth and comfort in the middle of nature's unpredictable show.
The locals, who were so habitual to the ever-changing weather, gathered around a bonfire. The flames crackled as they shared laughter, stories, and memories. There was a sense of belongingness in the air, where everyone, regardless of where they came from, seemed to be united by the warmth of the fire and the joy of being in the moment. Listening to their experiences reminded of how beautiful life can be when shared with others in such a down-to-earth way.
Everything came together perfectly - the weather, the people, the food, and the warmth of the bonfire a reminder that sometimes the simplest moments leave the deepest impressions on our hearts. I left Mussoorie with memories not just of the beautiful landscapes and photos, but of the conversations shared with strangers, the rain that felt like a gift, and the feeling of being truly alive in the moment.
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