Living in Hills: The missing perspective
As a kid, I was always enamoured of mountains, and why wouldn't I be! The cold, the winds, and the landscape are beautiful. The clean weather also comes as a respite to someone who has lived in North India. The myths surrounding the Himalayas further add to the charm. But then I got the chance to live in the hills, in Mussoorie no less. That did change my perspective a little. The way I calculate distance has changed forever. The length and breadth seem insufficient now without height. Whether the terrain is upwards sloping or downwards has an important effect on where I'll get my food from, when I'll wake up and which friend I'll hang out with. Over my stay at the LBSNAA, I have realized I would rather walk on the footpath along the road Salman Khan is driving than go from the Sports Complex to the Gyanshila mess. I am also fascinated by the houses in no men's zone as if showing a middle finger to human civilization. They have enough privacy to listen to Justin Bi...