Everytime I visit hills it turns out to be an entirely different experience. Novel in its own way. Last time when I visited Mussorie I had approached the town as a tourist. This time around I was an acquaintance. Probably the hills liked me so much that they called me back again. So I sauntered in the hilly terrain as if I belonged to them. I showed the places around to my friends as if I knew Mussorie for ages.