It is a quaint little hamlet nestled in the lower Himalayan ranges of the Shivalik Hills in Northern India: untamed, unpredictable and undefined. It is a simple place but leaves enduring effects. Inseminated with majestic pine and deodar forests, rich fruit bearing orchards and organic terraced farming, the mysticism of nature’s perfections un-ravel here right through the year. Be it in or the chance discovery of summer fruit and pine trees; of the of undulating meadows of wild flowers in spring and the monsoons; and ultimately towards the year end, when winter and snow engulf everything and every form, Kanatal reaffirms, reconnects and revalidates the simple ways of life, and one’s tryst with nature.
Crisp invigorating winds mingle with sunny blue skies, panoramic views shower glorious sunsets on deep mysterious forest trails. Many people make this journey with the hope of unveiling their spiritual side. The vision of quaint little roadside temples or of endless local gossip in tea stalls over many a cupped glasses of chai; away from bustling malls and the chaotic humdrum of daily life, an impregnable silence shrouds you. This gift of silence, amidst the swirling mists gently caressing the mind, body and soul, are truly the reflective and regenerative and self- realizatory moments of life’s purpose and being.