The drizzly afternoons of Sikkim villages. The magic of mist and the momos.

There's a common saying that if you don't trek through the hills, you will never be able to touch the love and emotions hidden in the mountains. And if you are not drenched in rain, you will never be able to get the feel of the romance of the ridges. 


During my posting at Sikkim, I have always utilized the lazy, tranquiled drizzly monsoon flavoured afternoons by trekking through the unknown and mysterious cliffs leading to the rain bathed villages of Sikkim without any umbrella to feel the exoticism of raw nature and village life. 


The rain soaked serpentine roads of the tortuous mountain routes discerning through the pine forests with the dark monsoon clouds hanging from the sky and much beneath the cover of a white layer of mist, a thread of a river flowing with it's rippling water disappearing into a far away faded green valley gave me a feel always as if I am travelling through the canvas of a painter who used all shades of water colour to paint nature so beautifully. The peak of the mountains and the top of the tall pine trees  covered with the fog and cloud cover with a smoky vision of far away valleys and mountain ranges always gave me a feel as if the nature's greatest painter created this beautiful canvas of nature with the blotted water colours.

And suddenly I would enter into a small village and get the feel of the patches of brushes of an oil painter who used a wide variety of tints of oil colour to paint a beautiful village amidst fog and clouds with wide variety of colourful flowers and lush green vegetations and the rain sopping elevated rocky ways leading to small wooden huts and bunglows surrounded by a spectre of green bushy gardens and trees under pristine blue sky. As I move upwards towards the huts and bunglows of the village and sit infront of rain drenched lawn, a beautiful Sikkimeese lady would welcome me with her smile and a hot cup of tea. There aren't much formalities in this part of the world and people have a great sense of hospitality as God has not given them much facilities to make them complicated. Each time you visit them, they will welcome you with a smile which always keeps hanging on their faces inspite of all odds, rain and thunder. Each of these huts are having small adjacent shops selling hot cup of tea and coffee, maggi, pasta, noodles and hot steamed momos. These hot steamed veg and non veg momos are delicious mouth watering hilly apetites served with a thin layer of clear veg soup and red chilly paste. The best way to enjoy rainy weather in the mountain is by taking a bite of these food stuffs, specially the momos dipped in red sauce and watch the raindrops increasing the glaze of the colour of nature. Often, with a much awaited bite into a delicious hot momo, it would start downpouring and the cloud bursting shower  battering the asbestos roof tops creat a blurred vision of the far away faded mountain ranges with the pine trees bent and bowed due to strong gutsy wind.  The measles of rain flowing with the air would splatter on my face and body causing a bone chilling shiver for a while with the salty raindrops rolling down from my hair to nostril and lips making the momo a bit more spicy . By the time I would enjoy another hot cup of tea or coffee along with the fiesta of nature, the rain would reduce into drizzle indicating me to return home before the nature detoriates further. During monsoon, these villages are prone to land slides and before it gets darker, it's always safe to return home. 



On my way back, while trekking through the edge of the mountain, suddenly  the floating cloud cover diverges away creating an amazing heavenly view of the curling stretches of river Tista bending like a snake and making it's way through the mountains. There are some remote, lonely odd routes through the slopes of the mountains which would take you down through the forests, straight towards the bank of the river Tista flowing with it's milky foaming turbulent waves and you must have enough guts to plunge your feet into the water and touch the cold monsoon waves. By the time I reach the half way mark back to my home, the downpour would start again fulfilling my long awaited dream of dancing in the rain on a hilly track and romancing with the clouds with the surrounding elements of nature as my only companions. 




Every time I have trekked through the mountains, I have always felt rejuvenated and firmly believed that there is no reason to feel alone as Nature God has created enough wonderful  surprises for us in this beautiful journey of life. We just need a camera, guitar and a bycycle to enjoy this beautiful nature for rest of our life.  And ofcourse a little bit of money to live a simple life with everlasting smile without much demands. 









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