Maggi, Mountains & Memories

Riding up to Mussoorie is a special experience—the cool air, winding roads, and breathtaking mountain views feel like a movie scene. This trip was even more memorable because I shared it with my siblings. We set off at sunset, the sky glowing in shades of orange and pink. As we climbed, the air grew cooler and fresher, revealing forests, valleys, and twinkling village lights. Each turn brought a new view, making us want to savor every moment.

By the time we decided to take a break, the sky had shifted to a deep twilight, and it was getting chilly. That’s when we knew it was time to stop at one of our favourite places—the "Maggi Point." For those who don’t know, Maggi Points are these tiny roadside stalls that serve up simple, yet heavenly, comfort food to hungry travelers. And on a cold evening in the mountains, there’s nothing better.

We pulled in, parked our bikes, and grabbed a seat at a small table that looked out over the valley. The view was stunning, even in the fading light. The air was crisp, the sky was clear, and the distant lights below flickered like stars. It was one of those moments where you just take a deep breath and feel lucky to be exactly where you are.

The food came out pretty fast. First, the Maggi—steaming hot, simple, and perfect. There’s just something about eating Maggi in the mountains; it’s like it was made for moments like this. Every bite was warm and comforting, the kind of food that makes you feel good from the inside out. After the Maggi, we dug into a perfectly grilled wrap and some chicken momos. The wrap was crispy on the outside and loaded with flavour, while the momos were soft, warm, and delicious. We shared everything, joking around and reliving old memories, just enjoying each other's company.

As the night crept in, we ended the meal with tea and cold coffee—an odd but fitting combination. The hot tea warmed us up even more, while the cold coffee gave us that refreshing kick. Sitting there, with the cold breeze against my skin and the warmth of the food still lingering, I realized how special these little moments were. It wasn’t just about the food, the ride, or even the beautiful scenery. It was about being together, creating memories in the simplest, most unexpected places.

The ride back down to Dehradun felt almost effortless. We were full, happy, and riding in a comfortable silence, each of us lost in our thoughts but still connected by the shared experience. It was one of those evenings that felt like it went by in a flash, but I knew it was something we’d all remember for a long time.

Nestled in the mountains, that little Maggi Point had given us more than just a meal—it had given us a moment. It is a moment of warmth, laughter, and simplicity in a world that sometimes feels moving too fast.