Looking north, I saw a huge gate entering India.

Looking at the north after Bangladesh immigration, I saw a huge gate to enter India. Shivering then throughout my body. The reason for the tremor is not foreign travel, the reason for the tremor is the name of the district in which I will set foot when I cross the border is Darjeeling. Ray’s Darjeeling. However, the city that surrounds the city of Darjeeling is quite far from here.

 

 

 

 

It did not take long for immigration to end in India. The crowd is quite small as I left early in the morning. We left Banglabandha behind and we were in Phulbari. Not just the place, but the times too. I saw the clock at the Bangladesh immigration office at half past nine. Now at half past nine there are two and a half minutes left. Time travel is also happening with foreign travel.

It takes about twenty minutes to reach Siliguri from Phulbari, and four hours from Siliguri to Gangtok. The green water of the Teesta is a companion all the way. The Nepali driver of the Tata Sumo Jeep was playing Hindi classic songs. I am looking at Teesta with fascinated eyes. I don’t know how long it has passed like that, suddenly a huge concrete installation on the chest of the Teesta made my heart melt.

 

 

 

 

 

Alas Teesta Barrage! The driver asked in Hindi, ‘Babu, what happened? Did you suddenly get poisoned? ‘I replied in Bengali,’ Teesta water gets drunk in your country and Teesta dhoo dhoo in my country. ‘

Foreigners have to take separate permission to enter the state of Sikkim. It can be taken from the country but it takes more time. Didn’t want to bother, there is a check post of Indian Army at Sikkim border, name is Rangpo check post. Within five minutes of going to the Foreign Register Office, an officer filled out the form himself and affixed the Sikkim Arrival Seal on his passport.

The last afternoon had passed when I set foot in Gangtok, the capital of Sikkim. If I hadn’t been late to Siliguri, I could have left much earlier. The shiver that was felt in the body while setting foot in India once again spread all over the body.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This gang was solved by Felubabu Gondogal. The story of Gangtak’s disturbance written by Satyajit Ray came to light. Our hotel is on MG Marg, locals call Mall Road. I took out a Google map and started walking towards it, I didn’t take a taxi on purpose. The whole town is on a hill, mostly wooden houses, but the number of five- and six-story buildings is not small. The streets either go up or go straight down, all the shop signboards are in English. Several restaurants were spotted on the way. All are restaurants and bars. I also understood why our local brothers came to this country and showed so much love for alcohol.

The temperature in Gangtok was then 6 degrees Celsius. For a Bangladeshi, it is like shaking a bone. I woke up at five in the morning in the middle of that bone-chilling winter. The purpose is the same, Kanchenjunga.

There is no need to go far to visit Kanchenjunga. Standing on the verandah of the hotel, the golden deity, Kanchenjunga, caught my eye. I understood why Kanchenjunga was Kanchenjunga at first sight, as if the light of dawn had covered the whole mountain with gold. The word kanchan means gold. The indigenous people of Darjeeling and Gangtok did not worship this Kanchan Deva in the past. This beauty is heavenly.

Seeing that beauty, I started reciting without knowing it,

The correct language of expression, Sanga
Still unknown today; You are unique,
Only Kanchenjunga.

There are four districts in the state of Sikkim. North Sikkim, South Sikkim, East Sikkim, West Sikkim. I will go to Lachung in North Sikkim. To get here, you have to take separate permission from Gangtok.

I came to the hotel last evening and gave the necessary documents at the reception, they arranged the permission. In the morning I still couldn’t get over the Kanchenjunga, in the meanwhile I came to Gede with a jeep. Gede is our guide. There is mixed blood of Gorkhas and Tibetans in the body. Hangla likes the man with a thin body and a happy smile.

Lachung is one hundred and sixteen kilometers away from Gangtok. It takes about eight hours to go to the hilly road. Lachung is not a city, it is a village. Our destination is further away from Lachung, in the Yamthang Valley. To get there you must spend one night in Lachung.

Because Gangtok is about 5500 feet above sea level, and Yamthang Valley is 1800 feet. If you want to get there healthy, you have to give time to the body to adjust to the height. Shortly after leaving Gangtok, his ears started ringing. Gede looked at me uncomfortably and said, “Sahab, swallowed, it will be all right.” This is how Feluda gave Topse a solution to lock his ears.

I saw in the weather report the day before that the sky will be cloudy today. At noon the cloudy sky showed its true form, the rain. The water is falling with crushed ice, white rain. My first snowfall visit. The windshield of the car is getting blurred again and again due to the rain mixed with ice. I looked at Gad and smiled. I told Gede the story of the rain in Bangladesh. I said, in my country rain means love, rain means memory.

I told him the story of how I used to take a bath in the rain as a child. Gede was shocked to hear about the bath. Now the temperature is ten degrees below zero. If the people of this country are not sure when they hear about bathing in the rain, who will be sure? I looked at his smirked face and smiled and sang,

From the wet air
No partner calls me that goes
Inside the chest of a lonely day
Makes a storm of pain, makes. . .

Not in the afternoonThe black cloud moved away. The sun did not rise, of course. Meanwhile, the white peaks of the Yamthang Valley can be seen from a Land Rover window. There is not much time left to reach Lachung. The body is very tired in the journey of the whole day, the condition is that you will fall asleep as soon as you close your eyes but I can’t understand the eyes. Gede laughed and said, “There is no point in trying to sleep, baby. The beauty of Sikkim will not let you sleep at all. ” In response I smiled a complacent smile. Ah, Bashundhara!

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