A New venture in the winters took me to the Untouched wilderness of sikkim.
A small state in India. Which beholds immense amount of treasure that no pirate could conquer.
In the sultanate of skies where mountains serve as thrones No king has ever sat on
I reached the nearest airport from the city. I have my mind calculating the plus and minus of the trip which my peers put in my mind before starting the journey. I was calculating the time to visit each place. Money that will be spent etc.. Like a typical Indian tourist like all of us do. Then I took a vehicle to reach sikkim before evening
But I was awed that the “Stairway to heaven” was led by red carpet. In between bagdogra Airport and sikkim. There’s a stretch of highway through which it takes around 4hrs to reach sikkim.. But that place had some immense scenic beauty I had ever seen in my life.The river along side us that was full up to the brim was more bluer than the color itself that I have ever seen.And the mountains sculpted around it. I was stuck.I could feel the depth in my eyes like that of a newborn has when it opens it’s eyes for the first time. My camera tried it’s best to capture the rawness of beauty exhibited by that place. But it simply couldn’t.
I wanted to spend some more time in the highway but it was getting dark. So I bid farewell and set out again for the journey to sikkim.
I was confused what kind of weed is fresh air.which instantly calms my senses. Making me revere my own existence in this world.
There were small lights glowing in the mountains from people’s homes. Crickets chirping. Cold air was blowing at my face while driving. I didn’t wanted to turn on the music. Be distracted by thoughts. I wanted to take it all in. To be one with the place. I reached Gangtok at around 8 pm in the evening.
I checked into my hotel and went to the room. Lying in the bed I was wondering what tomorrow holds as
You can plan a trip but not a Journey.
As a child I read in books that a rooster wakes up the whole village. It might seem funny That in the dawn a rooster woke me up faster than a alarm clock. I guess it’s a effective way because you can’t turn it off. I opened my window to get glimpse outside. The red skies and the green mountains reminded me of those English poets that I used to read in school whom I couldn’t relate to as a kid. Yet now I know.
I ate breakfast and took off to call my agent about the booked vehicle. I had to set off towards north sikkim today to be able explore some spots by tomorrow. Soon enough I got my car arranged. And I left for place called Lachung in North Sikkim.
I was well accompanied by mountain, streams, vast skies and dangerous roads. Yes, The road to lachung is one of the most dangerous roads in the world. You will come to know that steering might be in your hand but the baton is in the hand of God.
Himalayas which is the highest range in the world was beside me which wrapped the clouds around it like shawl in winter.
I reached lachung after seven hours drive I was tired but not exhausted. It was different than the city where even a one hour drive makes my head hurt.
It was cold around. Temperature dropped below 0 degrees at night. My chattering teeth made it clear that I was in the Himalayas.
A bonfire and a drink is what made my night special.
Early chilly morning in that village where we stayed was a sight to behold. The Rocky mountains of night tucked there peaks with snow in morning. The scenery here was different. It showed the beautiful but ruthless winter that made trees look withered unlike earlier where everything was lush green.
I had some tea before leaving for Yumesdong. The place where I was meant to go. I didn’t have complete layers to fight the cold. But the excitement helped me to keep me warm. Then we all set off towards yumesdong Valley.
Those roads made me wanna be free as those gypsies who are too wild to tame. From a height those roads seemed like a serpent wrapped around the mountains. With leaves turning orange mountains blue and white my camera was overwhelmed with such vivid colors. When we reached yumesdong. It seemed like arctic with no trees or a person as far as eyes can reach.
Rocks snow and streams engulfed the region . Living in the tropical regions I didn’t really knew what harsh winters looked like.
Yet there were those purple flowers blooming as the ray hope. Teaching us the nature of life. Existence and struggle.
I was heavily panting due to low oxygen in those altitudes yet I was not ready to leave. But had to because no matter how beautiful it is, it still is a inhospitable place. So We had to take our leave keeping vivid live images in our minds.
After that I left for gangtok embarking my return journey. Thinking if only I could have been a explorer like those in the old days. Every day a new page every month a new chapter. Every year a new book. Well no matter how good a phase is it has to end and the new one has to be begin. I bid sikkim farewell.
Frozen lake of gurudongmar