Now for those who don't know, sweater shopping at a place like shimla is one tough job esp when you're shivering in clothes visually unacceptable in such surroundings. But I took anything I could find and now I'm sitting in this tiny cybercafe inside a big fattt sweater and a huge dull guy sitting next to me and trying occasionally to read what I type.

So, I have always loved hill stations and if you ever mention the name shimla the first thing that comes up in my mind is...... snow!!!!
And can you guess what! there is no snow here.
:P

[Breaking News : That guy has stopped looking , I guess he read that line about him. ]

I don't have a lot of time , as usual because people on vacations are busy ones, esp on their last vacations. The weather here , although without snow, is beautiful and it feels much more comfortable inside a sweater.

But, I have always thought of one thing. A sweater is called a sweater. But it will make you sweat only if you wear in the summers. It is usually used in winters and then there is no sweat. Why should one call it a sweater ????
Why ???
Why ???

Okay okay. I know stupid question. But that is how the stupid Rami Pyari thinks!

So now! I have to go because Mum is waiting!
Bubye! NjoI.

Hi!
So, yesterday at around 10 in the morning certain things happened and right now I am about 15 hours away fom home!
However , I have decided that this time everything is going to be well documented coz this could very well be one of the last full fledged vacations I take with my Mum and Dad before I leave home for college.

So for starters, Dad suddenly had a week off...and within 2 hours we had a weeks vacation chalked out and it includes heavy duty shopping in Chandigarh +Ambala and then we plan to move up the hills to shimla/kausali et al.

So last night I boarded the train which would take me to Chandigarh,at around 10:30 in the night after major heated arguments with Mum about what dresses to take :P

What was the most priceless thing about nearing CHD???
Guess guess!!!

Well, when u can just start making out the dim outline of distant mountains....I go into some other mode altogether, glue my nose to the window and watch spellbound , trying ot make out the various shapes and sizes....they look so majestic and strong and reliable...aah I dont have enough words to describe that feeling.
Years ago when Malory Towers and St Clares [both by Enid Blyton ]were staple diet for me, there was one line I would always wait for in the book, when Darrel's[the lead in the story] car would take this particular turn around this particular bend and suddenly her school would be visible to her.
Darrel always waited for that one bend, that one turn, that was the first look she would get of her beloved school.

It is a similar thing for me...that first time I see the mountains, almost always the same way..

My Dad would exclaim 'Beta!!! dekho!!!! pahad!"
I would have my nose burried in some buk [This time it was Freakonomics] and would luk up at the mention of the word'pahad'
And then I would keep my nose glued ot the window, move the curtains as far as possible and keep on and on and on staring at the mountains, completely oblivious of anything around me....

It is amazing.....
It is homecoming for me each time I see the mountains ...

As I type from My Mami's comp , from her bedroom in CHD, I need to just crane my neck to be able to get a glimpse of the distant, dark mountains....

aaahhhh..

Mum wants me to come have lunch now....will keep ya all posted , as long as it will be possible.
Nzoi!
Pics will be put up only once I reach home.
adios and enjoy!