Hill stations to plan your vacation from Goa

Early light wakes Shimla gently, haze lifting over steep ridges as chime of temple bells mingles with the chorus of rickshaw horns winding up Mall Road. Pine ...

Mist drifts lazily along the Beas River as morning sunlight trickles over the folds of pine-clad hills and apple orchards. The crisp mountain air is laced with ...

The mountain air in Manali is crisp even at midday, laced with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. Apple orchards press up against winding roads, their blossoms ...

Dawn breaks softly over Srinagar, gilding the rooftops and mosque minarets in a misty gold as the city stirs to life. The scent of wood smoke mingles with dew, ...

Morning mists drift through the deodars, lending Mussoorie a gentle, elusive hush broken only by birdsong and the puff of distant car horns. There’s a crispness...

The morning mist lingers just above emerald-green Naini Lake, a silvery hush settling over the town as sunlight filters through pine and oak. Up the winding ...

The air in Mount Abu carries the scent of pine and damp earth, a gentle coolness rare in Rajasthan. As dawn seeps through the Aravalli hills, the town wakes ...

A cool hush settles over the rolling hills of Munnar each morning, as mists drift between emerald tea plantations and the air carries a green, earthy sweetness...

Soft mist rolls over the Nilgiris as dawn lifts, painting the hills with a silvery sheen. The air is brisk, edged with the scent of eucalyptus and the slightest...

In Kodaikanal, dawn pours silvery mist over the sholas and sleepy rooftops, blurring the border between earth and sky. There is a hush in the crisp mountain air...

A tender coolness lingers here under the jacaranda and rain trees that arc over broad avenues; Bangalore wakes, fragrant with filter coffee and the spice of ...

Mist unfurls in slow ribbons over emerald tea gardens as dawn breaks in Darjeeling, and the air – sharp, tinged with eucalyptus and the distant promise of rain...

Gangtok wakes gently, clouds slipping through the emerald slopes as prayer flags flicker in the morning breeze. There is a cool nip in the air, tinged with ...

Mornings in Shillong break through mist-soaked pine trees, the chilled air laced with the earthy aroma of damp moss and woodsmoke curling from Khasi village ...

Sunrise pours through the high mountain air of Tawang, touching frost-edged prayer flags and slick stone roofs with a pale, golden light. Monks in crimson robes...

Mist lingers through the morning hills of Lonavala, softening palm-lined streets as chai vendors set up along the roadside. The air is tinged with petrichor and...

Morning mists linger along the hairpin bends, dew glistening on wildflowers as the hills of Mahabaleshwar breathe in and out beneath shifting cascades of cloud...