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|by Paresh Chanchani|
I sit today in this hot weather reminiscing the days of yonder. The cool crisp breeze that whisks nose, cheek and hands. There was freshness and a sense to liveliness in it which is unfathomable.
This is the place where I spent a major part of my life. The hills form a valley within it nestled a cashew nut shaped lake formed by a glacier all around this is small hill resort called Nainital. The hills are dotted with trees slant roofed houses with varied colors. This adds to the beauty of the town. Mesmerized is me when I see the reflection of the town in the tranquil lake. I remember walking rather running up to school as we inevitability got engrossed in the activities that used to take place in the “flats” a large level ground at one end of the town . All major sporting and cultural activities took place here. This was also the meeting place for everyone. Since there was a temple of Naina Devi from where the name comes from Nainital the latter half of the word means lake. This area is also known as the Lake District.
I fondly remember the ambling on the Mall road which almost all hill resorts in India have with my peers every evening after school. This used to be a regular affair which was adhered to each and every day come rain snow or sunshine. Here we used to run into most we knew in town. If we had put our heads and thoughts together we would end up knowing each and every one in the town. The population was meager in comparison of today. Infect everyone knew everyone. There was no prank, mischief, adventure, fight that would not be known to the other members of the family by the end of the day. One had to be very cautious all the time. One of us always did the watchman’s job.
This has been a place for some well recognized schools in the country. The alumni’s of theses institution have been some of the very well known personalities of the country.
Yet with all this I still love the town where I grew up. Those were and are the most wonderful years of my life till date. One song that always comes to mind “Country Road take me home “ by John Denver.
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