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About Ramgarh
Ramgarh; the fruit bowl of Kumaon ; huddles sleepily in the
green creases of the lower Kumaon Hills, which lie in the
northeastern parts of Uttarakhand, or more precisely in the
western-central Himalayan region. These hills have the ability
to convert an extrovert into a recluse, a Peach hater into its
lover and even a part time scribe into a poet. The libertarian
silence is even louder than the erratic summer rain or the
barefooted, prattling village children who knowingly smile,
for they've seen many a literary figure holed up to add
permanent character to these accommodating hills. Many writers
and thinkers have been drawn to the beauty of Ramgarh: Sri
Aurobindo and Narain Swami established ashrams, Rabindranath
Tagore wrote some of his major work-even contemplating
founding Shantiniketan here; Mahadevi Verma made it her home
and some of India's leading industrial families continue to
have sprawling orchards. From May to September the orchards by
the Writers' and Old Bungalows hang with Apricots, Plums,
Peaches, Pears and Apples.
The joy of rambling up and down these mountainsides is
untainted because of the absence of over-exuberant tourists.
The height of enchantment comes from encountering locals at
night, on a quite unlit street, who wouldn't know how to
bamboozle for anything. As is their wont, most hill folk are
blasé and keep their respectful distance.
Sightseeing is merely incidental and you might defeat the
purpose of your visit if you take along too much enthusiasm
for the same to this wonderful retreat tucked away in the
Kumaon Hills of Uttarakhand. Ramgarh.
The great outdoors, of course, lie just next door on the
various tals that infuse the Ramgarh hills with fables. Unlike
the Naini Lake, Naukuchiatal, Bhimtal, Saat Tal, etc. are
environmentally unexploited as yet. The congenial oarsmen's
tales are believable as one's boat gently glides around the
lakes' perimeter. If you are fortunate, your tourist brethren
would still not have grasped the full extent of enjoying the
simple things of life, and you would have all this solitude to
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