27 September, 2020

Mussoorie Diary

I’m not a great traveller. Airports confuse me, railways stations confound me. I have trouble making out what is being said on airport or railway station loudspeakers.

Mussoorie Diary
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Sun-Kissed Kalinga

I’m not a great traveller. Airports confuse me, railways stations confound me. I have trouble making out what is being said on airport or railway station loudspeakers. On one occasion, I got on the night train to Delhi and woke up next morning in Lucknow. A friendly station master put me on another train to Delhi. So last month, when I had to go to Bhubaneswar and then to Pondicherry, I took Rakesh and Beena with me. It’s nice to have company when you get lost. After Delhi, Bhubaneswar always comes as a relief. People there complain of the heat, but towards evening a cool breeze, a zephyr, comes in from the sea and plays gently with the fronds of the coconut palms. And at Puri, a two-hour drive away, one of the finest beaches in the world stretches mile upon mile, making me wish I’d become a beachcomber instead of an old man of the mountains.

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