I could see the taxi stand in Sikkim from the foot over bridge. I immediately went down the bend of the road. But when I got down, I went and couldn’t find the right stand, from where the jeep to Pelling can be found. Because as soon as I got down, I got confused and went to another jeep stand. But how is that possible? I saw only one stand while walking, so how did I go to another stand? Asking someone, he showed me the stairs and told me to go upstairs. Going upstairs, I see that there is another stand above it from where you have to buy a ticket.

Oops, by this time I realized that a three-story taxi stand with three hill slopes in a hill town had some walls and a roof-like structure with hills. Anyway, I booked a jeep to Pelling. There are 6 people in total and if there are four, they will leave. Then at 8 o’clock in the morning. Realizing that the taxi was not leaving right now, I bought a cup of junk tea from the tea shop next door and wasted 10 rupees. (Note that cardamom milk tea makes my mood worse!) To cut it again, I bought a little cream biscuit for 10 rupees and made it like breakfast.

There were six of us. Then a foreigner came with a ticket. After putting the bag on top of the jeep, I came to know that he has come from Spain to tour India and Nepal for two months. Cook by profession lives in Scotland. But seeing the better smile, I lost the desire to shake hands. Even after that I was helpless and just touched his hand a little. Then he washed his hands again with the water he bought with money. Damn dirty, mule somewhere! I couldn’t help but scold the guy in my mind. Why don’t you tell me?

No matter how white the batter’s skin was, I realized that the guy hadn’t brushed his teeth since he left Spain or Scotland, or even a long time ago, and his ugly, dirty, hollowed-out teeth turned yellow. There were enough reasons not to rub with or near him. Looking at Shala, I thought, that guy didn’t wear brass on his teeth month after month, that guy mustn’t have taken a bath for a few months! Chih Chih Chih. My village was filled with disgust at the thought. And whether I took a shower last night, took a shower again this winter morning, and then left the room. I have been away from him all the time since then.

Anyway, one of them left the jeep at 9 in the morning. I thought to myself, let’s get there by 12 o’clock. The walk began on a hilly slope, from top to bottom. After a while, a waterfall fell on the left side of the hand, I was quite surprised, hey here in this city to see such a waterfall, great! After a while, I saw another waterfall soaking the path in front of the water! Hey, it’s fun! After a while, I saw the stream of water floating on the path but this time I did not see the waterfall. However, I realized that he is around, hiding behind something. As soon as I passed through the city, I saw 6 to 7 waterfalls and started counting.

But then when the car left East Sikkim and entered South Sikkim for more than an hour, I got tired of counting the waterfalls and finally stopped counting. How many fountains can be counted? One, two, five, ten or twenty, twenty-five. But that’s not it, there are so many countless waterfalls falling on the road, on the road, on the hill, on the wall of the house, on the car, on the tree, and sometimes on some trees, the splendor of the waterfall was so great that it penetrated through the open window of the car and soaked it several times!

Surprisingly, I had to be overwhelmed by the unique feeling of being touched by the waterfall without wanting to be soaked in the cold of winter. When I got tired of looking at the bushes, hills, forests, and waterfalls on the way, I didn’t feel good anymore, I thought I would take a break. With this in mind, the car left Sikkim and started moving dangerously along the edge of the dreaded canyon in Ladakh just three years ago.

That path is like climbing a village, the body of Rome is steep like a mountain, and the hills are crooked. Somewhere along the way, I could see that the rocks of various shapes on the rocky hill above the car were almost touching the car. With which a little side to side, just a few thousand feet below the deep ditch!

Seeing such a path, it is not possible to remain drowsy at all. That’s why I stared at the thrilling path of Ladakh in Sikkim and enjoyed the whole 8 hours journey from Gangtok to Pelling. Mountains, waterfalls, forests, and the last path, when I entered West Sikkim, crossing the huge mountain path of South Sikkim, the last path at the end of some unpaved forest path was very smooth, very wide, fine and with green charm on both sides, crooked and various flowers. Matching with the blue sky. Reaching Pelling in this way, I was overwhelmed by the fascination, the mountains, and the sky, the clouds and the fog, the forest and the flowers in a different kind of conversation.
Please never let any of us leave us anywhere.