Snow transports me to my teenage years spent in
Mussoorie, a hill station in Uttarakhand, India. Being familiar with the weather
pattern, we knew when to expect snow. It used to be cold but serene and
beautiful. I still have the most vivid cherished memories of making snowmen and
having snow ball fights. All the trees would be dressed in pristine white color.
One of our predominant pranks was slyly shaking off the excess snow from the
branches on to the person standing below the tree. The most beautiful part was
when the early morning sun rays would fall on frozen snow and light it up. What
a sight! Nature never looked so gorgeous. Here’s a little bit of Mussoorie
on cupcakes:)
Mussoorie then
Mussoorie now
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