A memoir of Darjeeling Mall- A travel through words.
Today, I am sitting on a green cold bench in the Darjeeling mall (the Chowrasta Square) with a woollen cap on my head enjoying the winter sun. I will now put a coloured brush rolling through my words and paint the scenes in your mind.Perhaps a transfer of memories to yours from mine? Darjeeling, a place where every memories come alive with a sip of the chocolate coffee from the chilly roof of the Keventers or the smoky momos from the graceful women.A road that whirls to the mall of reading people,viewing tourists and a bunch of walking monks to a nearby monastery and perhaps cute dogs roaming around.The road often dances to the tune of mountain strings played by the musicians waiting for a visitor to drop off a coin.The winter garment shops engage themselves in competition with the souvenirs to attract the passing visitors.The smell of the keventers' English breakfast however calls for all hungry bellies to fill them up.However it should be noted that these hungry bellies are insta...