Treking ......... With Mum and Dad and Other things !!! ( dharampur files )

I went to Dharampur for five days and I am back just today.

I was surprised that the house over there had become so beautiful. Earlier, after one had seen the outside he or she would not be ready for a great interior. But were they surprised to enter such a nice interior. He would not have such expectations. And now the exterior had become so beautiful that would expect a better interior. The interior was still nice but nothing compared to the outside. Flowers of different variates and colors were growing on the flowerbed. There were flower pots bordering the walls and the floor was tiled red. You go down a set of stairs and you will see a miniature farm. Corn was growing, the Khera bales were climbing up a tree. There was a small patch of tomatoes. Rajma leaves were poking there leaves out of the ground. Bangan was flourishing, the tori bales was expanding. Trees of Japanese fruit, apple tree, Aarru were green.

When I reached there I realized that the 3-4 days were to be of fresh air, green surroundings , quiet atmosphere ................. laziness , very hot days and certainly a lot of sweat, T.V. and cold drinks.

The first day I reached I started exploring my improved house. In the empty lower levels of the building alongside the miniature farm were 102 bags of dung to fertilize the plants. The day left was spent in front of the television except for some time when I started my handwriting practice. Then I ate dinner and had another round of television. Then I lay down on the bed but could not sleep. It was too hot ! I had woken up only to find my bed wet with sweat. Finally I managed to drift off to sleep.
Next day I went to the market and bought some goodies to eat and ate them with relish later that day. The whole day was spent in front of the T.V except for the few hours during which I went out to play or read a book.
The next day I went to the mini farm and sowed some seeds of corn and Khera. I spent a lot of time outside, watering the plants, pots and the flowerbed. The rest of the time......... well, you can guess that!
The day after the next the rain came, cooling the air and relieving the farmers. I had a fun soaking in the rain. My parents came at about ten in the night and w e made a plan of treking early in the morning.
We woke up at about 6 next morning and in another hour we were out to trek. We started without any breakfast. I had never treked in the morning and it was so quiet and clean.
As usual the mountains of the little hillstation was great. We followed some big pipes and passed farms, breakdown sheds and empty houses. We finally reached a village. We went back to find another path and we did and I found a place where we could see the top of the pine trees just in front of us. We found a clump of trees where the sunlight could not peneterate. All of it was so faboulus that we did not want to leave. My father found the highest point of the hill and when we reached there we found another highest point then another and so on. We lay down ont the soft ground and I made my mother a pillow of pine leaves. We went a bit further and then we left back. The smell of the air suddenly changed when we reached the road. We ate lunch and left for home!