Pithoragarh, “My maternal grandmother raised me to be a Queen, and I am making my way to the top, slow and steady” says an excited 15-year-old Prakriti Garbyal who just got home after winning the “Miss Teen India Perfect Selfie Award “ at the Alee Club Miss and Mr. Teen India 2019, held on the 25th of August in New Delhi.

Born to a Social Worker father and her mother, a teacher in Dhaarchula, Pithoragarh district. The 2nd amongst three siblings is already making heads turn.
Class 10th Art student, Prakriti Garbyal gave her first audition on 22nd of June this year and then made her way up from amongst 54 girls and 43 boys from all over India, to be in the final Top 15.
Prakriti’s debut into the glamour world was not alone. Her immediate and extended family came out in full support to guide her along the way. Prakriti took helpful tips from YouTube while her maternal aunt taught her, “nuances of modelling and body language and groomed me to a great extent,” she adds.

A shy, hesitant, fresher at the Alee Club Miss and Mr. Teen India 2019 Prakriti won over her shortcomings and came out a winner, enriched with experience and confidence. Looking back she says, “It was a very motivating and educating experience. I enjoyed walking the ramp and made memories with new friends who have enriched my life.”
For now, the 15 year old wants to concentrate on her upcoming Xth board exams and finish school with flying colours. Prakriti then plans to dedicate her time and efforts polishing her modelling skills to take part in ‘India’s Top Model,’ her ultimate dream.
I am sure, this isn’t the last we have heard of this budding model that promises to bring laurels to her hometown and hill-state.






































































Mussoorie, In the hills, they will tell you that when the cobra lilies turn red; the tree ferns begin to turn brown; the setting sun changes its multi-hued pallet of colours with each passing day and the garden escapees bloom on the mountain-side in all their splendour – you can take it for granted that the Great Indian Monsoon is on the retreat after its three month reign in our mountain home.
The slopes above and below the road is awash in a nodding sea of flowers dancing in the gentle breeze. They watch you through the water-laden mist which comes down to touch the plants, as if to make sure that all is well, and it parts, the colours jump out at you: crimson, scarlet, mauve, white, yellow, pink, orange, purple and sometimes a deep, almost black maroon, you name it and they all there in plenty, giving company to the moss, ferns and grass carpeting the hillside.




