It was just another day, post-midsems, lounging on the terrace of a building overlooking an orchard. We were finally free from our academic duties. But as we lay there, staring at the sky, we started wondering—why were we about to head back to our dull hostel rooms, only to binge-watch some mindless content?
Within minutes, our plans flipped. Suddenly, we found ourselves packing laptops, a handy cam, a tripod, a comb, and some facewash into our bags. We were two broke students, hopping on a scooty with only one goal: Mussoorie.
No reservations, no itinerary, just an impromptu road trip. This, right here, was the beginning of Our Testament to Spontaneity.
Spontaneity Isn't Stupidity—It's Flowing With Life
Lately, I've realized that being spontaneous isn't the same as being reckless. It's about prioritizing the present, taking a chance, and following your instincts. We make spontaneous decisions every day—whether it's choosing one task over another or simply deciding what feels right in the moment.
For me, being spontaneous is tuning into the universe's frequency, following that invisible antenna, and going with the Flow.
This time, that flow led us to the winding roads of Mussoorie as the sun began its rapid descent behind the hills.
No Reservations, Just Grit and Gasoline
Taking Control
We had one mission: Stay Overnight in Mussoorie, and avoid a half-baked trip like most people do.
We didn't have a room booked, no hostel or hotel in mind. Just a scooty full of petrol and a gut feeling that it would all work out.
Although pretty stupid, it was way more satisfying than sitting back and scrolling through other people's experiences.
Higher the Risk, Better the Reward
As we alternated driving in the plains and the hills, the temperatures dropped, the air crisped up, and the trees shifted from tropical to coniferous. I had the luxury of being bundled up in a big furry jacket as the driver, feeling the cool mountain air on my face while trying not to get too distracted by the breath taking views off the cliffs.
Apparently, the riskier the turn, the more incredible the view.
We pulled into the Mussoorie Library Chowk, the adrenaline keeping us warm as the temperature dropped another 10 degrees compared to Doon. After soaking in a glimpse of the night sky above the cliff, we found ourselves on Mall Road.
Apparently, a huge softie is an excellent marketing tactic as we were victims of it and entered "Uphar" Restaurant.
Softie
The Right People
Humans are social beings and I have had to learn it the hard way.
That's why when we meet someone, that too of our own frequency?! Goddamn the conversations are good.
Sometimes when we just say things out loud, we say certain things due to the very existence of the other person, which we wouldn't have ordinarily said or thought about, had we been by ourselves. And that's why when you have even One Person like that, someone of your own frequency, the experience is definitely more rewarding than going with a group of friends.
Cofee and Cheese Pizza
As I talked about family, interests, and life perspectives, to my partner in crime Ansh , over a cheesy pizza and hot coffee, it suddenly hit us—we had to find somewhere to spend the night before everything closed. The race was on, and the night was turning into an unexpected adventure.
Room 202
Bargaining skills are really important, especially when you have to get a room asap in order to avoid freezing.
Broke as we were, we scored a room at "Fab Hotel Woods View," a shady spot with a Wi-Fi password asking us to 'saveenvironment'.
Room 202, however, exceeded expectations. A king-sized bed, a sofa set, an attached washroom, and a TV—luxury compared to what we were prepared for.
Let's just say, it was the kind of room where, at some point, questionable videos were probably filmed.
Netflix And Chi...cken Biryani
After entering my Netflix credentials into the sketchy hotel TV (probably a bad idea), we got some chicken biryani and settled in to watch Formula 1: Drive to Survive-Season 7.
Netflix and Chicken Biryani
Not only did I knock out after two episodes, but I also ended up sharing the bed with my totally straight friend. Well, everyone is bisexual afterall.
Chasing the Sunrise & Resonating
The next morning was all about The Sunrise.
Chasing the Sunrise I
We raced from Mussoorie Chowk to Lal Tibba, determined to catch the first light at 6:38 am.
Chasing the Sunrise II
Now, I don't mind people, but an overly confident group of Haryanvis disrupted the peaceful silence—something I couldn't wrap my head around. There's a reason those "Keep Quiet" signs are there, right?
But man, that sunrise. Watching the sun creep up over the horizon made the early morning and freezing temperatures worth it. Sitting down in the calm serene environment, I was able to think a few things through.
Chasing the Sunrise III
There is this weird thing with nature. It is as if, the more you are connected to nature, your natural frequency aligns with that of nature (or probably the other way around) and then you end up having more clarity about yourself and the things you want, because of the Resonance.
Morning Tea
By the time the shops opened, we were ready to leave. After a quick tea at Mussoorie Chowk, we checked out, hopped back on the scooty and headed back to campus, thereby concluding the trip.
Conclusion?
Was the Trip Fun? YES.
Did I start doubting my sexuality after sharing the bed with a straight guy? YES.
Was the trip internally satisfying? YES.
Idk what else you're looking for, because for me it was a total success!
Aesthetically Pleasing Photo
Get a Life!
Still Reading? Sucks to be you.(Personally, I already started cringing by the end of this post.)
But if you've made it this far, why not do yourself a favor and get out there?
Stop consuming content for the sake of it and start living in the moment.
Take action.
Listen to yourself.
You never know where it might lead.