Hotel Silver Rock
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... the Divinity behind that mad Painter who has painted this inspired beauty?’ In a thousand such instances he always directed my attention to see: a tiny crab returning to its hide-out or a spider weaving its web, sometimes the mighty pines whispering to each other, sometimes the majestic peaks of the snow-capped mountains divinely glistening above the lower hills. But alas, immature, unpoetic, and intellectually sophisticated as I was then, I must ...
... have so many red threads I don’t need bangles LOL
After visiting the Chandi Devi Temple a bit of a walk further up another hill was the temple of Anjana, mother of the monkey-god Hanuman. With the temple visits over it was time for ice cream! We walked along past the shops and restaurants, merrily enjoying our ice creams. I was trying to ignore the amount of flys everywhere. I have never seen so many. Yuck. I picked up my pace. As we neared the end of the shopping ...
... He then asked if I had a prescription and I told him I didn’t. He was reluctant to send it without a prescription because he said the package might be held up in Delhi if it was opened by the customs officials and found to be lacking a prescription. In the end I concluded that I had no choice but to take the risk and send it as it was. I hope it arrives safely. (I could have gotten a prescription from my pharmacist friend, but there would still remain ...
... for the move. After paying my bill and bidding adieu to the Hotel Kulri Presidency, I engaged a rickshaw to drive me across town to my new home, the Hotel Laxmi Palace. Minutes after checking in and getting settled into my room, I once again had an emergency evacuation of my vowels (A,E,I,O AND U!). My entire breakfast left me in a flash. What perfect timing, though: The breakfast had given me the strength to make the move to the new hotel, and my bowels kindly ...
... of a nursing mother, cut across a wheel-chaired grandfather. And as I make for the exit the cries of the small child I kicked out of my way start to subside, and I see the welcoming face of Mr Bharat Shetty.”
So, it seems that I’m not the only one to notice Indian rudeness. If I wanted to be generous and find an explanation for it, I would say the cause lies in the excessive number of people here.
Mussoorie, Sunday, 24 March, ...