Reliving the walk through the streets of Mussoorie (Part 1)
24th December 2015 The day felt like any other. I woke up late and dad was busy doing chores for the house. He and I had to go to Mussoorie that day. Nothing was packed. Nothing prepared. In the evening, we had to search the ISBT of Delhi, to catch an AC coach at 9:30. It would take us on an overnight journey and we would reach Mussoorie at 4 in the morning. We were out in the famous markets of Delhi 2 hours before our departure time. And, when we came back home from the markets, we drank our tea being very relaxed. However, as soon as dad took the last sip from his cup, he started all freaking out about the fact that we still had not packed yet. And, so, we did. He scolded me a lot of times in the process for petite issues because he was freaking out. I had been worried the whole day, but was relaxed at this time. However, soon toothbrushes, body warmers, winter creams and everything needed was tossed into 2 tourist bags and one small holdall. And, we were on our way to metr