The trip

Usually one would consider himself unlucky if rain interrupts in the short trip he plans. But to me rain in the hill station mussorie brought a revelation. As we moved up from Dehradun towards Mussorie rain covered the peaks. One could easily trace the peaks but as you look downwards through edges of the road, you see nothing but mist extending to the deepest bottom of earth, bringing infinity into existence. The roads curl up and there is nothing but silence of the hills driven by nature itself. And there is this secret mountain love story which you could always hear but never tell.