Photo courtesy: Nicor — Wikimedia Commons
Staying on a houseboat was like living in a small house after squeezing into hotel rooms. The water lapped on all sides and the soft sound of paddlers cruising past was a melody that slowed heart beats.
A few hawkers came to the window, but mostly, I was left alone to relax and stare at the mountains or watch young boys maneuver their shikaras over the smooth but not so clean lake.
The downside of the houseboat, at least the one I rented, was the lack of hot water. I had to work up courage to douse myself from the bucket of icy water. Afterwards, though, I climbed to the houseboat roof to watch the sun set over the lake with the last of the sun’s rays warming my chilled skin.