Day before yesterday, my family set out for a holiday in Mukteshwar. It is a hill station in Uttarakhand, India.
We have a small house there, it is nice and cozy with nice views on all sides. Surrounded by huge mountains, overlooking a valley covered in step farms. The best thing about its location is that it’s next to resort which means no worrying about meals!
The plan was to commence the journey at 4:00 PM, so that the foreseen delay of about an hour could cause no harm. Make reservations for rooms along the way. Then stop only for snacks and resupplying the car with bags of plain-salted chips, candies and empty ones to be filled when motion-sickness and nausea kick in. We were then going to halt at Hotel Bareilly Palace and call it a day. 200km of the journey made and the same amount of it left.
This part of the plan was executed pretty well though we hit the road at five instead of four.It was the next part which never actually came into action due to unavoidable circumstances (really unavoidable circumstances)…
After having an unexpectedly bad dinner at ‘Raj Darbar’, the Hotel’s restaurant which had a reputation for delicious food and desserts, we went to sleep.
During breakfast the next day, my grandfather gave a call to inform us of sad news. He said that it was raining cats and dogs in Uttarakhand, Mother Nature had unleashed her fury. Papa asked one of the waiters to switch on the T.V. placed in a corner and select the news channel. All the headlines said the same thing, the people of Uttarakhand were facing hell itself. The torrential rain couldn’t be stopped and were causing immense devastation, I could only pray for its victims.
We all knew what this meant. Crestfallen, we retraced our path back home. My disappointment was indescribable.
Our holiday to Mukteshwar had suffered a tragic cancellation…