As we stepped out of Bagdogra airport, the cold breeze reminded me that the mountains were close by. This would usually excite me, but this time there was a strange knot lurking in my chest. I had decided to be here, but suddenly I was unsure about this decision.
This was my first visit to Darjeeling, but this was not how I wanted it to be.
Tag: slow travel
All the Mountains I Have Known
The first time I saw them was in Kashmir, stretched like a brave wall, as far as my eyes could see. Wherever I went, they were there, steady and watchful, making me feel protected.
What struck me were the subtle layers of colour, grey merging into blue, blue into white, gently giving way to the next.
They stirred some emotions while also settling some at the same time. I didn’t quite understand what it was on my first trip. But I kept returning. First for the awe-inspiring beauty, then for the stories and finally simply because it lured me. And slowly, something began to change.