PART 1
How do I start? That I m glad I got this chance to catapult myself away from all the disquiet to 2000 meters above main sea level into the lap of the Himalayas? No. I’ll just start with nainital is beautiful. It is as blue and white and grey and green as it has been in my dreams, my dreams of looking for a zone of solace. Where I could sit at a coffee shop and conjure up everything out of the nothingness, where the lake looks like soothing balm as the dust congregates the first radiance of dawn, a pool of molten metal by sunset and peaceful yet unsettlingly mysterious by twilight, where the Orion looks more bluish than white, where the gust of wind in your face is a actually a cloud that swooped in to startle you and leave a smile on your face.
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N where the dept. of geology sits in the most beautiful place ever...
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