Once during our stay in Duliajan, I terribly wanted a BREAK; wanted to be away from the household chores and responsibilities. And it did come at the right time. One day my husband informed me in a hushed tone that we will go to Delhi. As reticent as he is, he did not disclose the details. It was only after a lot of persuasion he informed me that he has to go to Delhi for training and that I would be accompanying him. And without doubt I was thrilled by the news. Thus my planning for the trip started right away. I also decided to go to Dehradun where my brother-in-law and his family stay.
Dehradun has always fascinated me. Not that I will be visiting it for the first time. I had been there and roamed its streets. I had seen its flowers growing in the wild and felt its thin winter air kissing me on my cheeks as a child tourist. Once the famous writer Ruskin Bond as a child, who has made Mussoorie his abode, asked his father what is Dehra like? His father told him-“It’s a green place. It lies in a valley in the foothills of the Himalayas, and it’s surrounded by forests. There are lots of trees in Dehra”. This sums up and completely describes the soul of Dehradun. A place surrounded by trees, forests and greens.
We were chatting endlessly for six hours as our train chugged into the Dehradun station. I saw my bro-in-law waiting to receive me. As I recounted my travel experience, he said that it has outgrown its size in recent years after it has become a capital city. Yes, I could feel it as he maneuvered his car through the busy roads. We finally reached home where my sis-in-law gave me a warm welcome. The next five days were hectic as every day we used to visit its various places of interest.
My hubby joined me as planned .We planned to go to Mussoorie(34kms) but due to heavy rain abandon the plan. The few days spent at Dehradun will be always memorable and with thoughts of coming to this enchanting place again I bade good-bye to my bro-in-law and his family.