“The white zenith attracts
me, it has a story to tell,
All the feet that conquered
it and all who failed.
Standing with its head held
high, it beckons my wandering soul,
Again and again I stare
spellbound, I feel like losing control.
Each time I discover a bit
more of you but not through Wikipedia,
I know how true it is, when
we say INCREDIBLE INDIA!”
Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta
Travelling is my passion. But
I don’t believe in trying to visit all tourist attractions of a destination, I
rather prefer living and feeling few but with all my heart. Every traveler off-course
has a distinct flavor of perception, which should be respected. Each time I
plan a vacation, relentlessly fighting with the time and leave factors, I
think, "this time I should definitely set foot outside India". But unfortunately end
up discovering a bit more of my very own Incredible India. The culprit,
responsible for my decision is sometimes my pocket but most times my
conscience. “How much do you know of the land you belong to?” asks my
conscience and the decision on my travel destination is taken!
Kanchenjunga from Hanuman Tok, Gangtok
Going to Gangtok was a dream I had preserved for long, when my sisters told me stories of mystic Sikkim, I longed to witness it. And truly it’s illustrious. However a trip to Gangtok, in the month of January and that too with my mom and mom-in law, the fear of facing acute chill made me tremble before reaching. But someone has correctly said, preconceived notions are not always correct. And that’s what happened.
The weather God was truly with
us, it was bright and sunny and pleasantly cold in the day time. The nights
were chilled, but thanks to the awesome infrastructure of The Royal Demazong,
we could combat the night weather with flying colors. There are many things I
loved of Gangtok, but my current narrative is only about the glory of the
Kanchenjunga.
We visited many view
points, but the most spectacular view of the regal horizon was available from Hanuman
tok and Tashi view point. The sky was breathtakingly royal blue, clouds were
floating haywire and there stood strong my majesty, the royal, snow-capped, third
highest peak in the world “Kanchenjunga”. The crimson rays of the sun as if
descended from heaven specially to embrace its beauty. The icy mountain
sparkled like diamonds as the rays fell and got trapped in the enigma. I stood
spellbound, speechless. It’s not the first time I saw Kanchenjunga Himal, but
each time I see it, I get struck with awestruck syndrome, and why not. Each
rendezvous is superior to the past.
Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta
Pics courtesy Avishek Sengupta (my husband)
Pics courtesy Avishek Sengupta (my husband)
Very Nice Narrative.... Beautiful Pictures of Himalayas!
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