It is only March right now and Hyderabad has started heating up already. This is the first time for me in this city at this time of the year though I have spent quite some time here since last May. The sun is hot and big by 8 AM itself and am thinking of ways to beat the heat all day through. It is this moment when I get reminded of the beautiful spring it used to be in Kumaon where I spent 4 years of my life for my Engineering. The whole valley would be covered with long climber roses (infact that’s the only place where I saw roses in climbers) everywhere. The weather would be pleasant enough to go for long walks up and down the terrain in the evenings. Infact, it wouldn’t be a surprise if you find a few cupid struck couples (with the “We are just friends” tag) making the best utilization of their times “studying nature” in those valleys.
But jokes apart, Kumaon was a beautiful place to be in all seasons. The winter also wouldn’t be that harsh because there would be nice sunny bright days to compensate for the chilly nights. And a coffee prepared on the heater at midnight would be the ideal thing to do, especially when you are burning the midnight oil “studying” with the whole group of friends.
Talking of the summers, I remember going frequently to the Dunagiri Temple. It was located 20 km away from Dwarahat, the town nearest to my institute. It used to be one of the most comfortable outings for us especially during any festival to pay homage to Maa Durga (I do have my wishes come true which I made there). The temple was on the top of a mountain from the Himalaya range and it took 500 steps to cover the distance. Reaching up there, one would find a beautiful and serene view of the Dwarahat town down the valley most of the times covered with clouds. Huge trees and beautiful flowers surrounded the temple and the whole place had a calmness to itself. I remember sitting in the grasslands for hours with friends chatting. By the time it was evening, there would be a wonderful wind blowing around and you would feel you are so close to God. Dunagiri temple also had a Bhandara facility and even today am not able to find a reason as to why that curry without any spices or onions used to taste so good.
There were many other places to visit in Kumaon but I felt nothing could beat a trip to Dunagiri. Especially for the trekking freaks, who would somehow find a way through the hills and mountains to reach to the top.
Now am far from that place but still the memories of the wonderful days visiting the Dunagiri temple are as fresh as the morning sun and I do wait for the day when I will go there again.
But jokes apart, Kumaon was a beautiful place to be in all seasons. The winter also wouldn’t be that harsh because there would be nice sunny bright days to compensate for the chilly nights. And a coffee prepared on the heater at midnight would be the ideal thing to do, especially when you are burning the midnight oil “studying” with the whole group of friends.
Talking of the summers, I remember going frequently to the Dunagiri Temple. It was located 20 km away from Dwarahat, the town nearest to my institute. It used to be one of the most comfortable outings for us especially during any festival to pay homage to Maa Durga (I do have my wishes come true which I made there). The temple was on the top of a mountain from the Himalaya range and it took 500 steps to cover the distance. Reaching up there, one would find a beautiful and serene view of the Dwarahat town down the valley most of the times covered with clouds. Huge trees and beautiful flowers surrounded the temple and the whole place had a calmness to itself. I remember sitting in the grasslands for hours with friends chatting. By the time it was evening, there would be a wonderful wind blowing around and you would feel you are so close to God. Dunagiri temple also had a Bhandara facility and even today am not able to find a reason as to why that curry without any spices or onions used to taste so good.
There were many other places to visit in Kumaon but I felt nothing could beat a trip to Dunagiri. Especially for the trekking freaks, who would somehow find a way through the hills and mountains to reach to the top.
Now am far from that place but still the memories of the wonderful days visiting the Dunagiri temple are as fresh as the morning sun and I do wait for the day when I will go there again.
1 comment:
The memories of temple are unforgettable.I enjoyed the pleasant weather very much.
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