Sudchivique Luxe

  Day two began with a gentler pace and a mesmerising view of the sunrise from my hotel room window, as if the hills had already decided I no longer needed to be tested. My first stop was Marble Lake , a striking stretch of azure-blue water tucked amid pale stone and rugged terrain. Unlike the larger dams, this lake appeared breathtakingly ethereal. The water lay utterly still — not even a gentle lap-lap could be heard — framed by smooth, light-coloured rock that resembled marble slabs, catching the daylight softly. The surface reflected the cloudless sky with glass-like clarity, creating a quiet illusion of depth and calm. Standing there, surrounded by raw stone and silence, I felt as though the land itself was reminding me that the most beautiful things are often found hidden from view. From Marble Lake, I moved towards Bamni Falls , a majestic waterfall concealed within dense greenery. The descent itself was surprisingly even, marked by well-cut stone steps — more than five hund...

 After a year that demanded more than it gave, I found myself drawn not to noise, novelty, or trends, but to stillness — to quiet joys and the tender bliss of solitude. Winter vacations became the moment I went looking for all of this, in the quiet folds of Ajodhya Hills . I did not arrive here with a traveller’s checklist but instead carrying a quiet slowing down. I wanted to feel myself again, within narrowing roads, weakening signals, and the quiet love of nature. My journey began at Turga Dam , a broad reservoir nestled gently between forested hills. The blue expanse stretched wide, reflecting the warm winter sky with a deeply grounding calm — no ripples, no urgency, no insistence. I remember climbing a set of crudely built steps to reach a small Ram Temple perched above, and standing there, marvelling at the way light settled softly on the water, as though the dam itself were teaching me the quiet importance of learning to pause. A few kilometres away, the same water found it...