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| Mapping the view at Sunset Point, Kasauli |
Shaggy dogs, each more bearlike than the next, loll about the cobblestone paths that meander past gabled houses shaded by pine trees. Intrepid monkeys lie in wait for careless tourists - one sudden move and that mouth-watering bag of goodies is lost to the simians.
Quaint shops sell knick-knacks; even the more modern ones offer apple cider vinegar -- a magic potion that sucks in fat to help you fit into that beloved pair of pants. Waste bins shaped like tiny green houses stand guard at almost every corner, flanked by old-world streetlamps. At Ros Common, the heritage hotel where we stayed, there are no electric fans. Not that we need them. We spend much of our time on the garden swing, laughing and basking in the sun.
At night, the silence is deafening and the pre-dawn twittering of birds is music to my ears. We devour aloo parathas for a lazy breakfast in the open, while a bunch of speed merchants roar past us on fancy motorbikes. The imposing Christ Church, built in the 19th century, is a short walk away. The climb to Sunset Point takes a toll on my knees but the glorious view, laid out before us like a landscape painting, is worth it. Chandigarh's Sukhna Lake glistens in the distance, dozens of kilometres away.
It's a trip well spent, in the company of former colleagues at India’s premier news agency. Amazing people, each one of them. We should do this again.
(Photos clicked on my Nokia Lumia 925 with added Instagram effects.)
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| Christ Church, Kasauli |
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| My friend Sumit at Sunset Point |
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| Another milestone achieved |
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| All smiles on the way to Sunset Point |
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| Breakfast in the sun |
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| Kasauli as seen from Mount Path |
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| Clean and Green |
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| The bikes of the biker gang |
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| Designer streetlamps |
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| Peter the dog soaked in the sun on top of cars |
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| Christ Church, Kasauli |
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