pAinteR In thE SkieS

...By this time it was 3'o' clock and we went to the Mussorie Rink society , a local skating rink.It seemed like a place that a lot of classic touch to it, complete with all the auburn aura and wooden charms that engulfed it, and would have housed many a great shows in its day but at present , had nothing more to offer other than broken floors , abandoned stages and careless gutka-chewing guards.

We payed 80 bucks each for the skating shoes and out of the seven of us only Dhairya and Aman knew their way around on wheels. The rest of us , well lets just say that our buttocks met the floor more often than our 'skating' feet.
Still it was a lot of fun with everyone running around, scrambling, swooping, scratching and falling down in that ancient abandoned rink.

After coming out of this place though, is when we realized what Mussorie was really all about. In the distance we saw black clouds encircling the hills and felt a cold breeze begin to flow. Slowly, it started drizzling and oh man , were we in store for something amazing...

Skipping potholes, dodging raindrops and inhaling the fresh minty breeze, we advanced through the market to come out into the open. At that moment i realized what God was all about-

It was like coming out of a dark stuffy tunnel on a train to embrace the freshness of the dew-soaken rail track amidst the many trees and the gorgeous sun. Right in front of us, we could see a clear view of the drenched valley and i guess whatever words i may use to describe that majestic scene, would just be a whisper to the epic song that it was -

Surrounded by hills , Dehradun lay quite by itself on the side of a neatly trimmed, terrace farmed hill. Half the sky was covered with mean, gray watery clouds that came pattering down on whatever lay below it, while the other half lay extremely quiet, humble almost as if terrified by the clouds' advent.

The little cute sun seemed to be buttering the crusty hills with its moist golden rays. Little cars went trudging by grumpily along the winding hilly roads, puffing slowly. And all around , just a little below , a faint layer of mist, fused with the air, covered the whole expanse.

It was an amalgam of ecstasy and peace unlike any we had ever experienced before.
Such experiences make you feel small , yet somehow they don't belittle you , they just make you think...