It appeared out of nowhere, resting against the mountain wall that little tea stall, made out of wood painted thick bottle green. Layed lonely through out the mountain strech. The shame is I couldn’t take a picture of it.
I will always remember Dharampur as a beautiful town. It has a miniature toy train station just like in those hill station murder mysteries. Huge bungalows with brown wooden doors and a touch of punjabi in almost everything. We stayed the night at Sethi home stay what a memorable view from the room, we were served hot tea & parothas with butter cubes for breakfast.
We left for Kasauli in the morning took a bus which reached within an hour. Kasuali the birth place of Ruskin bond is filled with military boroughs. Long streched, delicate and colourful roads. Almost every home has a private road or a stair case attached to an ornamental gate with bells and arches looming above.Kasauli also has a town church and a heritage market. The town is garnished with tiny tea stalls all over the marketplace. Somehow it reminded me of Kirostami’s The winds will carry us.
The great Himachal pradesh and Jammu kashmir trek rolled off today after spending couple of days with mates in delhi.
Took a Rs 285/- bus from Delhi Isbt its suppose to be a general one. I have a co traveler too his name is Akshay, he is an aspiring actor and an amazing person by heart.
I feel stupid not having appropriate trek shoes. You see I come from a family where one can just not spend a fortune on shoes no matter how exquisite they are. We are okay with money matters because we save a lot, I guess. But I do feel stupid.
Anyway, I got a tent from a good friend Hemant and I picked up bag pack from mumbai and a fur coat from delhi. I hope that suffices in other matters.
kasuali in himachal pradesh is our first mark in iteniray and the bus is till dharampur which is nine hours from here and its 14:00 right now.
I am a little sleepy and worried about my phone battery. Akshay has two phones I should have picked another one too from delhi. But I didn’t, I don’t know why.
I often reflect,
the way it connects.
Prancing on crunching leaves,
timeless withering trees.
Haunting blue haze,
Few, far gone days.
One summer afternoon,
age secretly marooned.
A child crossing the street,
Light laughing through the leaves.
Roads,crossroads places running by
A city engulfing mind,
Striding, strolling years pass by.