Queen of hills

Only when We packed our bags and were ready to leave Rishikesh for Joshimath did i realize that i lost my wallet.searched every place we went last night but what’s gone in rishikesh is gone. The mission of needing to get all the cards, ids and license is enough to dampen my spirit. A devasted us had to change the plan and headed to mussoorie.
All it took was a cup of  tea ,  an ounce of fresh air and a sunrise with a view of majestic winter line at queen of hills to forget all the worries. Just like the road to mussoorie we go down only to go up. Such is the beauty of travelling. All you have to do is follow your impulse.
Ps : i am still running to renew all my ids and i am still rejoicing each sip of that tea.