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 instantly attracted to the Glenaries beautified roof instantly.Oh! The freshly baked brownies and the colorful chocolates , maybe a piece of heaven in the heart of the hungy ones?
The cold winds often make the visitors' teeth rattle to the fullest with frozen hands in their cozy sweater pocket.The winds are the true helpers of the garment shops for saving their business.More cold winds, more are the number of customers in these shops, Jackets selling like hotcake with the tussle and hussle between fixed price and burgaining.
The souvenir shops stand no less on the way with their buddhist charms , Tibetan masterpieces with the precious stones,jwelleries .It will be extra ordinary and suprising if the visitors don't come out from these shops with a loose pocket and few packages.
The road heads to an open place where words turn into lovely poems.If the luck favours, you can find all the eyes watching the queen of Himalayas Kachenjungha shinning like silver spring in the brightest sky. You will have a feeling to jump to the ice cladded peaks but it only constructs you to stand and nurture your eyes with the beauty of the scenes.Stand still and observe how the clouds change every second and how queen plays hide and seek with you.Enjoy the falling clouds just to your feet and watch the others suddenly vanishing within clouds and again appearing infront like peek-a-boo!
If you are an avid reader , you may have few sips of the finest darjeeling tea with a quick read in silent Oxford Book store.
If you are strolling at your lowest possible speed in the late evening, you will be engrossed by the smell of the burnt corns at the side of the mall that you will be invariably drawn toward the red chicked women to buy them. There you may end up buying boiled corn instead.On your way you may see kids riding horses and laughing at their fullest and commanding the the hostler to give them extra time on muddy horses.Atlast you may be inspired by lone standing figurine of Bhanubhakta Acharya, the Nepali poet to enjoy the beauty of a leasurely evening.
Well, now I am driving off, we will again meet somewhere again in a late winter afternoon with some memories in a shadowed mountain cottage enjoying the beauty of the sleeping sun behind the queen of the Himalayas.

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