Getting lost in a wrong turn ...
Life is so unpredictable. Even we
plan for every minute details ,at some point of time we have to take that
unknown turn. And that's when magic happens. Traversing the less known path
always adds something to our character. We witness new abilities ,new likings
and new moods of ourselves, things that never came to prominence at life as
usual. We meet new people,new faces ,may be a face that we decide to die for
through the rest of our life ..
Such magic do waits for everyone. Just
we need to checkout from the life as usual. And frankly speaking ,this happens
to me every time now a days. New job and new challenges. With most of them ,I
have no idea how to deal at the starting. But eventually when you are in deep
neck water ,you learn how to swim . Leaving about the job, let's come to the
place.. Kalimpong is very beautiful.. The homes are full of colors, small but
neatly decorated as if someone has painted a watercolor. A culture of nurturing
flowers here are indeed impressive. No matter how small the home may be you
will see them draped in colorful flowers and off course orchids. Roads are
clean and smooth and the USP is no traffic outside the town.
In every turn you get lost in your
imagination and ends up in a wrong turn. I was on my way to Dalapchand.,
A small hamlet which is also a gram panchayat in Kalimpong 2 block. The day was
pretty awesome. As if all the good memories of life have lined to give a
surprise visit. A beautiful home , a lonely road, greens and reds and yellow
and purple everywhere and imagining myself taking a stroll with my wife ,
friends whom I miss badly these days .And I tell you ,you will find a friend
within you at these places ..
The place reminded me of Lamahata . I and some
of my friends were taking a stroll on the road at night. It was around 10. By
no sense it was a late night to us, the city dwellers. We were joking
within ourselves. Suddenly one guy opens the door , gave us rampant bawal
because it was midnight according to him and we disturbing the sleep of the
locals. Though at that time we were certainly angry at him, but now I realize
this the way of life in the hills .. It's quieter than your imagination. And
the best part is - at least your inner thoughts gets that window to tell you things
,things that will always fail in decibel scale competition at busy schedule
.. just like happens to me in the next moment .. a loud honk ,and I
arrived at the destination. It's time for work. Leaving you with some snaps of lonely
turns.. Turns that are waiting to get you un winded..
Cheers























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