Lansdowne is a small military cantonment, tucked in the hills of Uttarakhand, India.
I often find myself reminiscing of it, ‘a land frozen in time’. It was the last place I visited before the COVID pandemic hit us all.
Lansdowne is not flashy. You would recognize it as a small hamlet from a Ruskin Bond story or Malgudi Days.
It boasts of a tiny market square with a handful of shops circling it. A bakery, a restaurant that in the evening is a movie theater, daily needs shops and so on. Cobbled- tiled lanes, trail off in different directions like the rays of the sun.
I stayed in a 112 year old haunted bungalow or so the plaque over its fireplace said. My room was on the top and the window looked out into a forest of pine trees. By the time it was dark, I had begun to feel like a heroine in a gothic novel.
I slept listening to the wind whistle and the house creak and settle for the night.
Woke up next morning to a loud din. Grey mist shrouded the pines spookily and the raindrops clattered on the tin roof. The winds howled and the rain lashed.
Hot puris and kettles of steaming tea were nourishment for the body and soul.
Energized, we checked off Lansdowne’s attractions- a man made lake surrounded by pinecone festooned trees, padlocked churches by the roadside, claustrophobic narrow shops selling handcrafted leather bags and a Sunset Point.
By afternoon, the weather let up.
Armed with umbrellas, we walked down winding roads without worrying about lumbering vehicle sneaking up. Gnarly, moss covered dark trees with splashes of scarlet rhododendron flowers flanked the side of the road that lead to quiet bazaars and lonely temples.
A few locals squatted outside empty shops. They lit small bonfires warming their palms. Not far away, tough mountain dogs with shaggy coats huddled against each other for warmth.
The tinkling of distant bells, the constant sighing of the wind and a wispy fog that rolled in promptly at dusk added to the atmosphere. This was a trip where we traded stories of ghosts and legends. Perhaps we were inspired.
No spectres turned up but the biting cold air seeping into our bones was real. Yet we basked in the warmth of our tales, of our dreams and promises shared. We forged connections and bonded anew.
No wonder, my heart still lingers in Lansdowne.
Lens-Artists Challenge: What a treat!
Lovely, evocative description! You are making me remember some visits I have had to backwaters and forgotten places, and how peaceful they can be. Thank you!
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Reading your comments first thing and I can’t stop smiling. Thank you so much. I had hoped to capture the spirit of Lansdowne through my words and now I can safely say, mission accomplished!😊
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This was a beautifully written piece that was so evocative. I live in the hills in a town that has shed its ‘little hill station’ tag and has become an unruly concrete jungle. Our saving grace is the spectacular view of the mountains. Your blog has tickled my imagination and the feet are beginning to itch again – would love to visit Lansdowne.
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And that’s a fabulous commentary on my post and the nature of development in the hills. The hill stations are turning into Lego lands everywhere. Lansdowne is an exception perhaps since it is essentially a cantonment. It certainly made me relive Ruskin Bond tales of a charming mountain life. I suppose it did the same for you. To happy feet, may we travel soon , cheers!
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Yikes Sheetal – that is NOT my idea of a fond memory LOL. I’d have been awake all night worrying about a ghost appearance! That said, your turning the memory into a positive due to the company of friends and the telling of tales was great and I truly enjoyed your story. A spooky treat in the spirit of the season!
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I thought of Casper, the friendly ghost but no such luck although the setting was perfect. Spooky vibes aside, the trip was a treat. Perhaps the mountain spirits were successful in casting their spell.
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Great story! Well done.
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Grinning from ear to ear, John . 😁 Thank you.
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Sounds like a real treat!
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It was Sue and now in my memories, it’s become even better .😊
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Again inspired to visit this place after reading your post. Your penchant for exploring places to details, adds to their charm- they get refurbished and are back in demand:)
Ironically, when we are completely free from the work commitments presently- we are haunted by this covid spirit!
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Thanks Manjari. I remember reading a quote that said, you only know the value of a thing when it becomes a memory. It was a short family trip that became more possibly because it was the last time we travelled together. Hence, this post was especially brewed with equal measures of travel nostalgia, family bonding and a dash of spookiness stirred in.
As for the haunting of the COVID spirit, I guess we know that the mantra, ‘Go Corona, go’ , doesn’t work!😊
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So enjoyed your storytelling, Sheetal. Well done!
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Can’t stop smiling. Thank you . Happy you liked it and stopped by to comment.
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Thank you for sharing, memories of childhood seemed so alive with each word. Muqarar Sheetal !!
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Happy you connected with the post. Have a lovely day.
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Wow, Sheetal. You braved the night in a haunted cabin and told us a lovely tale of a place frozen in time. I enjoyed this very much.
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I have no trouble braving anything haunted as long as the setting is luxurious. My room was fantastic, Patti. ☺
Also Happy Halloween! You comments raise my spirits every time . Thank you.
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You are a brave girl Sheetal. BTW pooris sounds so good 🙂
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Piping hot comfort food with scalding tea on a freezing wet day, it was heavenly Rupali. ☺
Thanks for dropping by and commenting . Have an awesome weekend!
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Thank you and you too.
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Loved your description of the village! That plaque is something else!
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Thank you . It was an unusual experience, harking back to a time when life was simple.The ghostly tales were bonus 😊.
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oh yes…nothing can beat the tranquil beauty of the village…and so well described by sheetal indeed
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You really were inspired by scenery such as this, and now your time spent there will remain with you for a long, long time. Thanks for posting and letting me see a little glimpse of your world so far away from mine.
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It was an absolute pleasure visiting Lansdowne and now reading your wonderful feedback for this post. I can’t stop smiling. Thank you so much .
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I loved your post!!
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Love the wistfulness of that last image, Sheetal 🙂 🙂 Sorry- I’ve come her before and not realised there was a new post. The Header is deceiving.
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Wistfulness, now that’s a word ! Thank you, Jo. You are always so kind.
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Great post! The vivid descriptions and photos made me feel like I was there! It definitely sounds like a fascinating, lesser-known destination!
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I wrote this post to remind me of how I felt while I was there, so you can imagine how thrilling it is for me to see someone else connect with it too. Thank you, Michael. To travels, cheers!
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I need to palm my forehead for missing this one, my dear! I have lived in Lansdowne. You have collected every single dewdrop in its original & crafted a sparkling bracelet to lure every reader to this psuedo heaven called Lansdowne. I was waiting to know if Maj Roberts ‘espirited’ you at your dinner ..or if any wild spotteds or stripes froze your hair roots during your evening strolls… Both of which I did experience during my hubb’s posting there.
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I’m speechless and smiling ! Thank you. Unfortunately, I never came across any sprites but I see you had. Now what a crackling story that would make!
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