Last month after ages, I had a chance visit Himachal Pradesh for a whirlwind trip. Having grown up in Chandigarh, trips to Shimla and Kasauli were aplenty. During my student says, there were multiple trips I would have made to timber trail trekking down to the river, spending the day there. And then every time while walking up a resolve that I would never come again but returning there at least once every semester. It was a default place for all fresher and farewell parties. Then there used to be driving trips to Kasauli or Parwanoo. This time, it was Sirmaur trip.
Sirmaur, Himachal Pradesh Road Trip
Traveling the same roads after more than a decade was nostalgic. This time, the road I took, took me to a not so well known district of Sirmaur in Himachal Pradesh. More specifically to a small town of Saraha. It is about two to two and a half hour drive from Chandigarh, depending on the traffic that you encounter on the Pinjore stretch. There is a national highway being built connecting Pinjore to Nahan. After this, I guess this road and the surrounding areas may not be same. I am not sure how the development would take place. How the Himachal government would make efforts to preserve the immense natural beauty of that place. There are small hillocks, where you can sit on an edge overlooking a valley and see the distant cities of Chandigarh and Panchkula.
The air is absolutely fresh, and there are fruit-laden trees along the whole stretch. You can stop anywhere if the space by the road allows, and pluck fresh fruits and eat. The taste is something you would cherish for a long time. You can go to the town and speak to the residents. You would be amazed at their hospitality when they have no clue who you are. I think the best way to know a place is to go and have a chat with the locals. Get to see life from their perspective and try and live that moment as if it were them and not you. Anyway, before I could get any further soaked in the Himachal beauty, it was time to drive back to Chandigarh.
If you ever happen to drive across this road, you must stop by one of the edgy hills. Have tea from a roadside tea stall, letting the wind pass through your hair and fragrance of wilderness enter you. You would have a time of your lifetime. Do not look for a resort or a fancy property there to welcome or feed you, though.