I called up dad to inform I
have reached Mussorie, it was the highest snowfall in Mussorie in 14 years. Dad
asked me whether it is full of snow and cold out there. I squeaked - Yeah! It
is and it is freezing. Enjoy your time, dad told me and I hung up the call.
For most of Indians snowfall is a
distant dream, it doesn’t the fit the pattern. It is something totally out of
the world, which occurs only in movies and in west. The moment you tell someone
that you have experienced snowfall their eye glistens, even the most uncurious
person will spare a moment to ask about it.
It was raining heavily for few
days and on January 21st morning the hills in front of my hostel was
covered with snow. I picked up my phone and called Dinesh, Akhil and Varun to
get ready to go to Mussorie, no questions asked. Even Kasi promptly decided to
join us with his roommate Amar and I was quite surprised.
We reached Dehradun Railway
station at about 1 pm and hired a cab. The cab driver warned he holds no
responsibility if we can’t make it to Mussorie as the traffic is stuck due to
heavy snowfall. We took a leap of faith to continue hoping that we will find a
way in case of any traffic jam. And yes, right after leaving Dehradun the
traffic ceased to move. Most of the cars were returning back and prompted us to
return back as police is not allowing any more cars onwards to Mussorie. For a
moment we thought all hopes are gone and we have to return back.
As they say hope is a brilliant
thing, another cab driver who is a local guy of Mussorie told our cab-driver to
follow him to reach Mussorie via an alternate rural route. That moment when our
cab turned and took the other way I knew we will make it, we will make it for
sure.
In another one hour reached 2 kms
short of Mussorie and had to leave the cab because no cars were moving to heavy
snow in the road.
And the snow journey starts here.
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| Akhil, Varun, Amar, Kasi, Dinesh and yours truly :) |
