If you find yourself on the plains of Siliguri, look to the north.
In the distance you will see dark monstrous formations disappearing halfway up into the clouds.
These are the hills of Sikkim.
Well perhaps not the Sikkim one finds on the maps today, but the Sikkim as it once was.
A peaceful kingdom that soon lost its freedom, due to its ideal location,
To any party looking for power in the himalayan region.
This is my home.
To experience it one needs to step into the heart of its green thicket.
What looks wild at first, will soon reveal itself for just what it really is - a gentle giant.
Its suddenly elevated slopes mixes one with a sense of fear and wonder, while its foliage will provide open arms and almost hug you into comfort.
The roaring rivers below offer the subtle bass-line to a beautiful orchestra of sounds only nature can provide:
the birds, the bees,
the rustling trees.
When it rains one can only find solace in the fresh smell of soil while the lightening and thunder frighten away all the negativity that may threaten the day.
What appeared to be clouds from the plains of Siliguri, turn into fog and mist on the these slopes.
You find that after every few meters, behind every cover of white is a new scenery.
Across and in the distance ahead one can find hill tops appearing and disappearing and sometimes appearing simply suspended in mid nothing.
It is magical.
It is paradise.
This is Sikkim.
In the distance you will see dark monstrous formations disappearing halfway up into the clouds.
These are the hills of Sikkim.
Well perhaps not the Sikkim one finds on the maps today, but the Sikkim as it once was.
A peaceful kingdom that soon lost its freedom, due to its ideal location,
To any party looking for power in the himalayan region.
This is my home.
To experience it one needs to step into the heart of its green thicket.
What looks wild at first, will soon reveal itself for just what it really is - a gentle giant.
Its suddenly elevated slopes mixes one with a sense of fear and wonder, while its foliage will provide open arms and almost hug you into comfort.
The roaring rivers below offer the subtle bass-line to a beautiful orchestra of sounds only nature can provide:
the birds, the bees,
the rustling trees.
When it rains one can only find solace in the fresh smell of soil while the lightening and thunder frighten away all the negativity that may threaten the day.
What appeared to be clouds from the plains of Siliguri, turn into fog and mist on the these slopes.
You find that after every few meters, behind every cover of white is a new scenery.
Across and in the distance ahead one can find hill tops appearing and disappearing and sometimes appearing simply suspended in mid nothing.
It is magical.
It is paradise.
This is Sikkim.
I'm home and so glad to be back. There are things I miss about London, especially the people who made my life there, but its still good to be back.
Hope you liked that little (non)ode to my wonderful homeland.
'Till next time then.
xoxox
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