As the sun rises over the Garhwal Himalayas, a golden light spills across the hills, painting the landscape in warm hues of orange and pink. The mist drifts lazily through the tall pine and deodar trees, weaving a magical veil over the winding roads and colonial-era buildings.Down on Mall Road, the shops begin to open slowly â their colorful facades glowing under the morning light. The aroma of hot momos, fresh buns, and masala chai fills the air. Horses clip-clop along the side paths, ready for tourist rides, while children run toward the toy train near Company Garden.Looking out from Lal Tibba, the highest point in Mussoorie, the vast mountain ranges stretch out endlessly, snow-kissed and silent. The cool breeze carries the songs of distant birds and the distant hum of life below, blending perfectly into the quiet majesty of nature.As the day turns to dusk, clouds often descend, wrapping Mussoorie in a cozy, dreamy fog â lanterns and lights begin to glow softly through the haze, making the town look like a mountain from a forgotten legend.
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