Roads to Mussoorie

by Ruskin Bond

Winding its way towards the plains. And the land stretched out before me, and the years fell away, And I was a boy again, And the friends of my youth were there beside me, And nothing had changed. 'Remember the Old Road'

On the open road there are no strangers. You share the same sky, the same mountain, the same sunshine and

The best kind of walk, and this applies to the plains as well as to the hills, is the one in which you have no particular destination when you set out.

The adventure is not in getting somewhere, it's the on-the-way experience. It is not the expected; it's the surprise. Not the fulfilment of prophecy, but the providence of something better than that prophesied.