The Unfolding Mystery

I was a travel lover by birth, Or so my mom says. There wasn’t a place I haven't visited in all of India. From Kashmir to Kanyakumari - I’ve been everywhere.

I’ve seen the Taj Mahal, Qutub Minar, Red Fort, Jallianwalla Bagh, Golden Temple, Wagha Border, City Palace, Amber Fort, Rashtrapathi Bhavan, etc.

I’ve been to the snowy weathers of Nainital, Ladakh and Srinagar. I loved the experiences at Backwaters at Kerala, Charminar of Hyderabad, Howrah Bridge in Kolkata, Beaches of Goa, Mysore Palace in Bengaluru, Meenakshi Temple in Madurai, Coast of Vizag, Andaman Islands and Pondicherry.

And so the list goes on and on and on.............................And by the time I tell you all the places I’ve visited, It take a whole week perhaps! And you can definitely say that I am a travel lover.

I have always traveled in and out of my dear house in Shimla too!

I lived in a beautifully constructed house given to my parents by our paternal grandparents in Shimla. Our house was an ancient one built in around the 18th century when the British ruled India.

My great grand-father has been a rich landlord. He was really kind to the poor and gave free necessities to them. Many people, even now, treat me with respect if they got to know, that I was his great-granddaughter. Such was his kindness.

Getting back to our house, it was a rich place with a beautiful courtyard full of trees and majestic pillars. An amazing terrace which gives me the glimpse of the vast tea fields, lies above the house.And five huge bedrooms took most of the area. The floral design on the walls were of Persian Style inspired by the Mughal architecture.

Ours was a huge family when I was born. My mother told me that our family summed up 58 at the time of counting. I was in awe when she told me.

I spent my childhood climbing trees and swinging from them, playing hide and seek behind the pillars and running with my cousins to catch the falling mangoes and guavas.

My childhood was indeed beautiful.