Jibhi
8 kmThe village below — little cafés, the waterfall walk, and old wooden bridges over cold, clear water.

Tandi village · above Jibhi · Himachal
A hillside home eight kilometres — and one whole world — above Jibhi.
Chapter one · How it began
We didn’t set out to build anything. Jagriti and I first climbed the eight kilometres from Jibhi as travellers, following a rumour of a quiet village called Tandi. The road wound up through deodar forest, the valley opened below us, and the mountains stood there the way they always have — enormous, patient, completely unbothered by our plans.
We kept coming back. For the views first, if we’re honest. Then for the people — farmers and shepherds who still live the old way, who waved us into their kitchens and poured tea we never asked for and never refused. Somewhere between visits, the question quietly changed from when do we return to how do we stay.
Mandukya is our answer. We built two villas on this hillside so others could feel what we felt — and we built them properly comfortable, on purpose. Cold rooms and hard beds have a way of shrinking even the largest view. Here, nothing stands between you and the valley. In a few places, not even a wall. You’ll see.
Everything is run by the two of us and our small team of humble, wonderful helpers from the village — the cooking, the fires, the little things. This is not a hotel. It is our home on the hill, and while you’re here, it is yours.


“Peace, but never silence.”
The birds, the winds, the deodars — they have all been waiting for someone to stop and notice them. Tandi has plenty of quiet, and none of it is empty.


Chapter two · Tandi
Tandi is a handful of homes stitched onto a mountainside — woodsmoke in the mornings, cattle bells in the afternoon, apple and apricot trees leaning between the houses. Life here follows the sun and the seasons, and nobody seems in a hurry to change that.
It sits close to everything this valley is loved for — Jibhi’s cafés and waterfall, the Jalori Pass, the rivers of Tirthan — yet belongs to none of the noise. You are eight kilometres above all of it, in a place most maps barely bother to name.
Chapter three · The build
Two duplex villas, raised from the same deodar wood that surrounds them — designed so that comfort never gets in the way of the view. Modern where it matters, Himachali where it counts.

No. I
On the first floor, the ceiling over your bed is glass. Rain drumming, deodars swaying, and on clear nights more stars than you will manage to count before sleep wins.
No. II
We put the tubs where most builders put a wall — against full-height glass, facing the mountains. Run it hot, sink in, and watch the clouds cross the ridgeline.


No. III
Each bathroom carries a steam-and-sauna corner. After a long day on the Jalori trails it stops being a luxury and starts being medicine.
No. IV
Insulated walls keep the temperature kind in every season. An electric fireplace for the evenings, a mini kitchen for midnight chai — because discomfort should never be the thing you remember about the mountains.


No. V
Mornings happen on the balcony, framed by the A of the roof. Evenings drift to the open terrace. Both face the same mountains — which somehow never look the same twice.
The practical bits
Also on the hill · Homely Rooms
Before the villas went up, this is where we slept. Our own rooms, in our own house on the same hillside — now opened up for anyone who wants to wake to this valley.
The view from here is extraordinary, and that is no accident — we chose these windows for ourselves. The study table sits beneath one because that is where the afternoon light lands. The bed faces the mountains because we could not imagine it any other way.
You get a big pine-panelled room that holds its warmth through the coldest nights, a proper bed, a television for when the mist closes in, that study table — and, through their own doors beside the bed, a shower room and a separate toilet, both yours alone.
Everything outdoors is shared with the villas: the terraces, the firepit, the lawns, the same kitchen sending up the same food. The hill is exactly the same.






Chapter four · A day on the hill

Mist climbs out of the gorge. The birds start their shift long before you start yours.

Hot breakfast on the meadow table while the sun works its way down the far ridge.

A book, a bowl of something fresh, a chair you will not want to leave. This is the main event.

Tea on your balcony as the light turns to honey and the shadows climb out of the valley.

The valley goes blue, then gold, then quiet. Pull a bench closer; the sparks fly upward.

Upstairs, under the glass roof, the night sky takes over your ceiling. Sleep comes easy up here.
Evenings at Mandukya
Our in-house chef cooks the way this valley eats — Himachali and Indian classics done properly, with international comfort food for the days you miss home. Order from your villa whenever hunger strikes; the ordering is automated, the cooking is anything but.
And on clear nights we light the bonfire, set skewers on the coals, and let dinner take exactly as long as it wants to.


Chapter five · Wander out
Tandi keeps you above the bustle, but everything the Banjar valley is loved for sits within easy reach. Ask us — we have opinions.
The village below — little cafés, the waterfall walk, and old wooden bridges over cold, clear water.
The high mountain pass where the valley’s best treks begin. Go early; sunrise up there is worth the alarm.
Ridge-top ruins with a full-circle sweep of the Himalaya — one of the highest forts in India.
A still, sacred lake reached by a beautiful walk through oak forest from the pass.
Trout streams, riverside lunches, and the doorstep of the Great Himalayan National Park.

Come stay
Two duplex villas and our Homely Rooms, on one hillside. Book the villas on Airbnb, or write to us directly and we’ll help with dates, routes, seasons and everything in between.

The first twin
Duplex in deodar — glass roof over the loft bed, bathtub and steam bath facing the valley, fireplace, mini kitchen, balcony and open terrace.
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The second twin
The same soul with its own corner of the hillside — and its own sunset. Everything above, private to you.
Book Villa Two ↗
Our own rooms
The rooms we lived in ourselves — spacious and pine-panelled, with a proper bed, television, study table, an attached shower room and a separate toilet. The same hillside, the same views, the same kitchen.
Ask about the roomsFly into Bhuntar (Kullu) and drive up in about two hours — or take the overnight Volvo from Delhi to Aut, then a taxi through Banjar and Jibhi. The last eight kilometres climb through deodar forest to Tandi.
Send us your plan and we’ll help you sort the final stretch — including where to stop for the best rajma on the way.
March to June for green meadows and long evenings. October for gold light and impossibly blue skies. December to February for snow, fires and steam baths.
The villas stay warm all winter — insulation was rule number one when we built them.