When I revisited Nainital after 42 years, it felt as though time had folded in on itself, bringing me back to the week after our wedding in New Delhi. Harvinder and I had spent those early days of our marriage here, surrounded by the serene beauty of the hills, the stillness of the lake, and the quiet promise of a life ahead.
As I walked through the town, I marveled at the symbols of harmony that make Nainital so unique—a temple, a Gurudwara, a church, and a mosque, all standing proudly together, back to back. They seemed to whisper stories of unity and coexistence, the very essence of modern India. The bustling streets and thriving economy were a testament to this shared spirit.
I couldn’t resist recreating our boating scenes from 1972. As the boat glided over the lake, memories came flooding back—Harvinder’s promise to row the boat of our life together, and the laughter and dreams we had shared on that water. The visit was short, but it was as though I had found a piece of my younger self waiting there, in the heart of Nainital, where love and harmony still flourished.
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