06/05/2026
Somewhere after Rudrapur, when the traffic thins and the forest slowly takes over, the journey changes.
The air feels different. The noise disappears. The mind slows down.
For me, this stretch before Haldwani has never been just another highway. It feels like the doorway to Kumaon.
Like the mountains announcing themselves quietly before you even see them.
And every single time I cross this road, I know I’m going home.
To Hartola. To silence. To Katie's Abode.
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