Living in cities for decades has led to acclimatization of our lungs to the right but obnoxious mix of dust and diesel laden air. The two poor honeycombed twins lying in our body in their yearn to keep us alive, continue to perform drudgery of chugging along with whatever black soot air they can get in. In fact our body as whole gets accustomed to all this and forgets the meaning of fresh air.
This forced monotony of my body was broken recently at 6300 feet above sea level. I had reached the town of Khirsu, 20 km from the district headquarter of Pauri. Travelling all the way from Dehradun post lunch, we had reached quite late in the evening and by the time we checked in the forest rest house built 102 years ago, there was darkness around. However even in this darkness I could smell a different air. This air was unlike anything my lungs had been accustomed too. The woody smell of Deodar(Cedrus Deodara) and Oak(Quercus ellipsoidalis) was so fresh and so rejuvenating that I could think of doing nothing except deep-breathing in pure, fresh and full of life oxygen. It was an unique experience and I was just smiling with closed eyes at my luck to be there. I was feeling charged up and lighter. We retired to bed after an early dinner and decided to go for a walk in the early morning to get more of the feel of this great place.
The chirping af birds awoke me early in the morning without the help of my mobile alarm. I stepped out in the open varandah of guest house to see the huge trees of deodar, just in front of the lawn. The trees were huge and were in likelihood, planted at the start of construction of primarily a wooden guest house, a century ago. The break of dawn also meant a reddish sky visible beautifully. The scenery was perfect picture postcard.
The birds too were out in lawn and few of them were perched at the roof of at the guest house. There were lot many sun birds in particular as these birds are seen normally at this time only.
I moved little away from the guest house and was amazed to see the Himalayas from a vantage point. The Chaukhamba peak was quite noticeable despite the morning haze in this pre-rain season. The view nevertheless was enchanting and sort of detoxifying.
I continued to walk along the road for some distance and from a turning corner of the hilly road, had a perfect view of hilly stepped up fields. They looked perfectly pedicured and manured actually. I was really happy with my morning excursion now as in the short span of rising in the morning apart from filling my lungs with life rejuvenating fresh air, I had been able to witness the finest of hill scenery which was fresh and pristine in that fine morning. Khirsu is like those perfect scenic places where you can spend your entire life in most simple manner. If you could also write a book here, nothing better than that.