A Tryst with Kasauli

The night is beautiful today. The sky so cluttered with stars that they seem to be pushing each other for space. The coffee mug and the warm wrap keeps me somewhat tepid but it is quite freezing.

What is more beautiful is the calmness of this place. So much so that, I clearly hear my breathing.

The white and the black ‘Ruby’ runs around here as she has smelled milk. But my attention is already clutched by the enormous giant who stands far away from me, his hands sprawled and his eyes twinkling in a manner reminiscent of small bulbs. With a fright of its own the scene is as beautiful as it can get. The mountain looks at me directly in the eye.

It feels cold. Not freezing but cold. The warmth of the coffee reaching inside me through my hands. And ya the idea of romance does flash in now.

I look up, above in the sky. And like diamonds in the sky, the stars are sprawled beautifully but jagged in such a wonderful way. My analysis is broken with somebody calling me inside for dinner. Well that’s one of my friends calling me.

Kasauli is a nice place. Not a typical hill station but a small little place, lets call it a mount; to relax and unwind. Surprisingly, a small part of it, that I saw still is untouched. In the state of a burgeoning real estate boom, a part of it looks as perfect as a designer’s cuts.

The dinner and some self introspection apart from philosophical talks about few other common people in our world (read as bitching), the sleep lingers for long and finally enters me.

And now its time for the ideas. They can kindle to life amid a melody of chaos. Dreams- well they seem to be far away and I want to climb up the rooftop and touch the star.

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The experience was so much like ‘The Daffodills’. I mean I can actually recollect emotions in tranquillity. Not to forget, the place where we were living. A beautiful and cosy cottage owned by a friend. Luxury Personified!