If you haven’t read about me in my contact page (It’s sad), then let me start by introducing myself first. I am Ankita Pathak, a mechanical engineer by profession, writer by passion and a pahadi by birth. I was born and brought up in Nainital (Uttarakhand, India). So technically I spent 24*7*365 of my time in the same place (That’s too much now that I think of it). Sure there were days during the winter break when my family would pack their bags and leave to explore the ‘Incredible India’. From Jammu to Kanyakumari, from Rajasthan to Gwalior, Mumbai, Goa(The list is too long so I will stop here) we traveled everywhere and have lots of short stories to write about.
So apart from the family vacation, I was in the lap of the mountains always and unlike my sister I loved it. Those chilling mornings, snowy evenings, and fresh air my god I could give up anything to have it all back. Life in the hills is an adventure on its own and before I spew out everything right here, I must stop.
In this tab of the Nan Kahani (A kumaoni word for short stories) I am going to live all those memories back and take you along on my amazing journey of childhood.
So before we start with the first story let’s have a brief overview of the place I will be taking you to. All my stories will revolve around the diverse lifestyle of this city. Some of you may find Nainital right out of your dreamland and for the ones who have visited here will know what I am talking about when I say that it truly is ‘The Kingdom of Dreams’.
Situated at an altitude of 2,084 meters (6,837 ft) above sea level, Nainital is located on the Kumaon Hills of Uttrakhand. It is 11.7 km sq and has a population of 41,377 (2011). So practically everyone here knows everyone.
This is my city’s top View:
This is the view of the city from Chestnut Cottage (my house).
I am sure these images have already mesmerized you to know more about the city. Well, you wouldn’t have to wait long, as I have already posted my first story with some more artistic and appealing photographs.
Well before I leave, I must share with you one memory of mine which is at a friend’s birthday party. A beautiful story.
I am the girl fourth from the left and all the others are my classmates.
So with this nostalgic introduction and a beautiful memory to cherish, I Hope to see you soon, Happy Reading.