My journey to the lap of Shivaliks
Caution the above account is that of an travel hormone headed girl. Rest.. happy reading! It all started with the will to break the rut of the routine which i have forced myself into. So i packed up myself loaded with clothes to say hi to the mystic beauty of the lowest range of Himalyas (the shivaliks) halting at the most proffered choice of the economical honeymooners Simla (yes simla not Shimla cause i am a chichi and i know it ) To carry is to the destination the HIMALYAN QUEEN awaited at the Kalka station but due to unknown reasons the UNESCO world heritage , the small gauge train started off 2 hours late. It monotony of the small station was broken by the thorn haired, apple cheeked, red clothed monks who instilled within me the patience to endure 1.5 more hours before the train started carrying the Me + Cupid hit couples + headphones headed dudes. The journey was one of the most tranquil and pleasant I have ever had. Apart from the winding routes, breathta...