What happens when a quaint hill station extends an inviting hand to you and you accept ? You soak in the old world charm , sit in a heritage toy train ( remembering Noddy all the time ) and come back with stories written in red mud on the soles of your shoes .
The toy train is also called Phulrani ( Queen of flowers ) , it meanders through the mountains at an extremely slow pace and that is how everything moves in Matheran – slow and unhurried .
Walk , walk , walk and walk some more . One is never alone , there are monkeys and langurs to keep you company always.
The Sahyadris always have surprises to offer. The protruding part of this hill (left ) looked like a human face to me.
Not many flowers around here , but I spotted a few.
There are plenty of ‘points’ to see when in Matheran, but we skipped that bit. Long walks , fun swims and listening to the sound of silence ( interrupted by the chatter of monkeys and the shouts of excitement when the little one spotted a monkey ) dominated my time spent here.
My daughter was in no mood to leave and wants to go back to see the monkeys , while I will go definitely go back for the automobile free , noise free experience and for the greenery .
Matheran is a little piece of green haven ! The monkeys endorse that 🙂