It's Chopta

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 http://www.indiatravelblog.com/resources/4189-Chopta-the-land-of-whispering-meadows-and-pebble-pathways.aspx

   

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  1. Kiran Nikam11 June 2015 at 04:12

    Abhijeet, this is really excellent article describe with full of beauty, simplicity and humor. I think you have have given me my next holiday plan by this article ;-)

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    1. celebrate life11 June 2015 at 04:17

      Thank you so much Kiran.
      You will surely love this place. A must visit

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    2. Unknown11 June 2015 at 11:54

      I can feel the serenity through your article. Now Chopta is a must visit in my list. Nice dada.,

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