Two minutes from Mall Road, past Picture Palace, the air turns cooler and the road goes quiet toward Landour. That's us. Here since 1989.
Long before this was a hotel, it was just a problem that two brothers kept running into — coming up to Mussoorie for work, and never finding one good place to spend the night. The hills hadn't changed much; the hotels just weren't here yet.
So they decided to open one. On 20th May, 1989, they opened the doors to the place they wished existed. Shiva was managed by Mr. VK Sanghal. People noticed. They came back the next year, and the one after — a few even started showing up with sweets from their hometown, just because they remembered him.
The garden has been growing since the hotel did — planters made from things most hotels would've thrown away. Mrs. Manishi's doing, and still her doing today. Many rooms open to a valley view. Most evenings, you'll find guests in the garden before they make it to their room — it tends to happen that way.
The family still runs it. Vinesh's sons work mostly behind the scenes now — the systems, the training — so the welcome at the door never feels like it's changed.
An old kettle, a cracked shoe, a forgotten bucket. Every plant grows inside a story, beauty with a past, blooming fresh each day.
We don't just cook food. We serve hill-kitchen recipes and grandmother's warmth, a memory you'll want to take home.
Warm smiles, genuine care, and a family that treats every guest as one of their own, from arrival to the last goodbye.
It's usually the easiest way to know you're in the right place.