Allegories of my life

Day2: It was the day to leave for Mussoorie with a friend, I left from Dehradun gleefully to visit this tourist fascinated hill station. During my childhood I never happened to visit Mussoorie too often but as I grew up I used to make frequent visits with friends in order to get away from Dehradun’s summers. The entertaining rides would always be going on bikes more willingly than on cars which would formulate the entire trip more enticing. So as I left from Dehradun I asked my friend to detour the way from Jhadipani as the way is more calm and has got plentiful interesting views and apparently the friend quite liked the detoured way as it was undeniably more amiable and we got empty roads (no vehicle), foggy air, beautiful villages and villagers. Henceforth we arrived at the Mall road but instead of killing our priceless time we elected to move towards the uphill in search of the George Everest, but neither me nor my friend knew the directions but we were adamant to find it out,

Dehradun, the capital city of Uttarakhand and my hometown is knotty to portray in words. It’s famously known as Doon valley, eminent for its picturesque landscape and moderate climate. The place is close to my heart and has a paramount worth in my life as I have lived outstandingly foremost period of my life which includes my schooling, near about a total of 15 years, that’s a lot. Finishing school and moving to this part was my sole election and now in such a work oriented life, busy agenda doesn’t concede our way of living life and how we want to take up things. Recently I got an opportunity with profuse leaves firmly made me chose to visit Doon. At this age what else are we suppose to miss but our childhood, school life and for me Dehradun is the place to be. I left for Dehradun on 28 th July and zeroed in on to stay for 3 days. Day 1: After reaching the valley early morning on the 29 th July instead of comforting for the day I selected to make a visit to FRI better ident