On the way when train reaches Salogra, the place where you can actually hear the wind-whispering romance when it flows gently, singing songs of passion as it assumes the force of a current. When clouds, heavy and grey, decide to loosen their knotted shapes to thirsty leaves and stems, they are accompanied by a ceaseless thunder. First, it appears as if a white haze has gripped the mountain head, then slowly it is lost in a shower from tip to toe. The sight of this bathing beauty is breathtaking. One cannot hold an impulse to walk out in the rain and feel the drops drench you through and through. Krol Ka Tibba, almost 5 km away from the hamlet of Salogra, beckons you. One can climb up the mountain right behind the quaint Salogra railway station.