Growing up in a Hill station is a magical experience. There is something enchanting about the hills that draws people to it.
I consider myself fortunate to have taken birth in a hill town. My memory is loaded with countless awe inspiring experiences that I know will last for a lifetime. I’m sure if you’ve also spent your childhood in the hills, you will instantly connect with the following:
We’ve spent time growing up in the lap of nature.
We can’t stand dirt anywhere.
As we grew up, many of these spots became our private lovers’ points and daaru-addas.
And they’ve known us.
As kids, we hated it that we had uncles and aunties watching over us almost everywhere in the town but as grown-ups we come to realize just how wonderful it is to meet people you know on the streets, at bus stations, and in the market.
It’s the best mode of transportation in the hills. And we often call it ’11 no. gaddi.’
Besides which apples and all sort of stone fruits, such as apricots and peaches are also common for us. And we don’t have to spend a lot of money on them. We either get enough from our relatives or we buy them cheap from hawkers.
We hardly care if the guy/girl next to us is studying at one of the top 20 schools in the country or had to walk 10km every day. Our friends are a mixed bag of sorts.
That’s a long-long holiday. I still miss those days and I’m sure you do too!
We didn’t have to go to CCDs or McDonalds. Our hangouts were usually in forests, nature parks and fields.
Some of us have even spotted leopards and wolves in the wild. And so began the legendary stories in schools and colleges.
Feeling chilly, let’s have a tea… need to study for hours at a stretch, let’s have a tea… is the mantra we follow in the hills.
For us, it is similar to roller coastal ride.
From cycles and Maruti 800s to Gypsies and SUVs, we’ve tried them all.
Where our childhood romance had bloomed.
We can watch a movie just because a scene or two were shot in our town.
And we love them a whole lot more than electric heaters and central air-conditioning. Who doesn’t like bonfire?
It’s only when we grow up and have to leave our hometowns for work that we start appreciating these old monuments.
Don’t we all adore them?
So, we never judge people based on how they dress or look. We have seen domestic and international tourists, people of all sizes and colors.
Did you grow up in a hill station? Tell us the name of your hill town and share your stories in comments below.