When fear of landslips overtakes Karsog’s charms

Long before I knew Karsog would someday become my home, it held a familiar comfort and warmth of nature’s embrace.

Whenever I take a bus from Shimla, my motion sickness kicks in on the single-lane roads. But even as the turns take you for a ride, views remain a delight for the eyes.

The lush green hills of Mashobra and Naldehra are a picturesque relief from the concrete jungle of Shimla. As you move on, you are treated by the waters of Tattapani before you slowly make your way to Churag and finally reach Karsog.

According to folklore, the word Karsog was originally formed as a combination of two words ‘kar’ and ‘shok’ (which translates to ‘daily mourning’). A myth based on Mahabharata claims that the village was home to a demon who would eat a villager every day, until Bhim saved Karsog