The lore says that it is always the Mountains that call you. It calls the gypsy in you...inviting it for yet another tryst with the hues of green. My first date with the mountains was way back in April 2008. Simply fell in love with the bylanes of Mussoorie on a rainy morning.
But this post is not about Mussoorie. It is about a place less traveled. Well I traveled there for the first time and am sure it was just the first of the many more to come. It's amzing how the call of the mountain excites me despite the fact that I am a true born sea goat and love being near water. So when I got invited for a beautiful ceremony for a dear one, that too in a small town tucked away in mountains of east India, I had to say yes.
Mirik oh Mirik....you are so beautiful. A small town of good hearted people, you welcomed us with all the warmth and hospitality that you had to offer. Be it your tea gardens... or the dimsums that the lady at the corner shop offered (can you beat it that I stuffed 24 of those yummiliscious dimsums one fine morning)... or the calmness at the hill top... or the quiet lanes that I traversed at the middle of the night... or the soothing tea that I sipped away while I engulfed the scenic beauty around me... or the hotel terrace where I stepped every night to look at the beautiful star studded sky... or the calmness that greeted me at the Monastry. I can go on and on and yet some part of your beauty might escape my words.
The icing on the cake was the comapny that accompanied me to Mirik. Some old friends...made some new friends...found new relations... somec crazy nights...many cherished moments... and much more. All of it cannot be described here. All I can say is that I loved each day I spent there and would definitely be back to soak in more of its beauty.
Till you call me again... adios...
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