“No autumn breeze, No falling leaves, Not even time for birds to Fly to southern skies…..” In fact it’s just like another ordinary day of autumn when those lines of the song of Stevie Wonder haunted me time and again. I knew
“Summer kisses winter tears”, and we, four, responded the summon of the mountain. We four, myself, and my friends cum colleagues, Pradip, Swapan, and Pradip’s neighbor, a senior person, a gazette officer always wearing a mask of gravity of his position, set
When autumn breeze starts blowing and the sky turns azure and clouds like combed cotton sway, I can hear the call of the Himalaya to my inner ear every year. It almost bends me to pack up and set out for the
A smooth drive of three hours and a half through Mahananda Sanctuary took us from New Jalpaiguri Station to Jorethung a pivotal town of West Sikkim. A small lunch break at a moderate restaurant; meanwhile we managed to book our seats in