Allegories of my life

Do you remember the walk to your school? Not breaking the pact was the golden rule In the hills, we are born The freshness of air, so warm Waiting for the sun god to come Under the mellow rays, to sit down Not wanting for evenings to arrive The cold was quite severe to strive Those little jaunts to our favorite Mussoorie A place of tranquility and warmth, it’s a glory I demand for those days to return back The Eagles and their famous sound track Do you remember the walk to your school? Not breaking the pact was the golden rule                                                    -Manika

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,...