The queen of hills #NaPoWriMo #Day27

Walk on the roads,
 steep slopes, shops,
 statues, murals,
 view of the valley,
the sunset sky,
the lady sitting there,
wrapped in shawl
with a pleasing smile
 in front of fire, roasting maize.
Memories just rush in,
 and wrap me in its warmth.

 These are the days,
when I visit the queen of hills,
In the foothills
of the Himalayan range,
that holds the magnificence
of mother nature in her curves. .

 Just a glance, calms the mind,
with a soothing feel, nurtures
and replenish the soul. .

The chilled drops, cold air,
 scattered maple leaves
on the ground,
Red, yellow, green,
Ah! Such is the beauty of the roads.
 The black railings with roses embossed,
 add up to the scene. .

Ropeways take us to the Gun hill
where our favourite spot awaits,
aroma of tea and pakoras
 fill up the place.

Wild Dahlias on the hills,
blooms and sways.
The Deodar, and Pines
 mesmerize
 all along the way.

 It makes me wonder,
 How the same place
 gives a different feeling
 each time.

 It rained that day,
Under the umbrella,
 You and I,
 and our beautiful dream.
We came back relaxed,
and rejuvenated
 though I missed meeting
 Ruskin Bond everytime. ~payal