"Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it" ~ Rabindranath Tagore

I was nervous and restless. The bus journey from New Delhi seemed too tedious and long an interval to reach Shimla. But the picturesque beauty and the invigorating cold winds of Shimla shooed off the pains of an inevitably tiring bus journey. In contrast to Delhi, the ambience was silently soothing to heart and mind. I was far off from the daily chores and brouhaha enjoying the sheer beauty of the valley.

We strolled down to the market place at Shimla. A tiny, bustling Mall, with the distinctive smell of the hills and valleys was stimulating. We moved around clicking pictures and etching the beauty of our surroundings in our mind, as we smiled in friendly camarederie at the locals. By lunchtime we were famished, aided by the cool, crisp mountain air.