It is always hard to leave Landaur & Mussoorie, which I must do this afternoon. Each time I come I realize how strong my emotional connection is to this place - not to the School (and certainly not a strong nostalgia for my school days) - but to the hills and environment of the lower Himalayas.
This is the one place in the world, other than with my siblings or other alumni, where there are people who knew me as a child and who remember my parents. This is the one place in the world that is imprinted in my heart - the very rocks on the path and the ferns on the hillside welcome me home.
This is the one place in the world, other than with my siblings or other alumni, where there are people who knew me as a child and who remember my parents. This is the one place in the world that is imprinted in my heart - the very rocks on the path and the ferns on the hillside welcome me home.
