WORLD PEACE STUPA
DEHRADOON
IN THE MAZE OF THE RISPANA
W
hen we came close to Dehradun, the mountains
appeared in their full bloom – lush, green and dense.
The Rispana river was dry and all stones but
nevertheless adding points to the beauty of the ever
so famous Doon Valley.And even though Dehradun is just the
beginning of the Himalayas, one can inhale fresh Himalayan air here.
A few deep breaths in and deep breaths out – and you won’t even
know when you cross the tunnel, the mountains and make your way
through to Dehradun city which, like all urban townships, is busy and
bustling.
Being a tourist hotspot, Doon is full of some amazing hotels and
resorts but we decided to go further up the hills a little and take
shelter in ‘Forest Avenue’ – a beautifully furnished and elegantly
designed hotel with all facilities.After breakfast in the morning, first
thing on our hit list was Robbers Cave.According to a famous
theory, robbers used this place as the shelter to conceal themselves
from the British.Also known as Gucchupani, this place is simply
awesome with lots of open area and a water stream flowing amid
the rocks. Just walk into the stream barefoot and enjoy the
tranquility that will be stamped in your soul forever, compelling you
to visit the place again and get buried in the snow of placidity of the
water stream.With trek weary legs we returned to the avenue only
to have lunch and then check out.
MUSSOORIE
CAUGHT UP WITH THE
MOUNTAINS
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n our mini maruti, we zipped off
to Mussoorie - a place I had
always avoided considering it
ordinary. But one of us had
insisted this time.And to be honest I
was stumped when we reached
there. On the way I had been singing
ragas in praise of the Khardung La
Pass undermining the beauty of
Mussoorie but the moment our car
stopped near the