The Apple Cart Ride
It looked like an island floating amongst clouds. Nothing else was visible and you could imagine plains, mountains or even the sea beyond the cloud curtain. Any of which could have been true. When it lifted though the fresh greenery around left no doubts that you were in the Himalayas and that too in the middle of the monsoons. Getting down from the bus at 6:30 am we found the quaint Apple Cart Inn fast asleep, atleast the attendants were. A few guests though had braved the early morning chill and wrapped in thoughts and shawls were walking about. The place looked so serene and just what we wished for that the non availability of attendants or tea didn’t affect our mood. And after making ourselves comfortable on the swings in the courtyard we decided to walk out to the neighbouring tea stall for some hot beverage. By mid morning after a lovely breakfast of fresh mushrooms on toast (this place is called the Mushroom district) and tea we were ensconced in our room which boasted a firepla