My childhood days were mostly spent listening to the fairy tales and ishop tales and let me tell you, my story teller was really good at it.
Remember the enchanted forests of the fairy tales. The forests of my imagination. This place has all those elements.
The quaint small cottages.....
The canopy of lofty trees and flowers blooming all around the green foilage like colorful jewels.......
The early morning dew hanging from the flower petals like pearls.....
The constant play of light and shade.....
The vibrant birds flying around and occasionally sitting around me while I was busy sipping on a hot cup of tea , drenched in the ambiance.
Far away some feathered friend breaks the silence with an unknown call. A chirp here, a tweet there. The creaking of the tall trees. The rustling of the leaves. The winds passing by making a hissing noise. Insects making frequent playbacks. Its like a jamming session of nature.
The sunrise and sunsets are insanely awesome. As night approaches, the sky gets lit up by the stars and the earth sparkles with fireflies. Nature concocts such a recipe that the mind dims and the heart opens up to the intoxication of everything that is life.
The cottage above the hills on the right side of the picture was where I stayed. Hiked till the point from where I took the picture wading through the forest of the fairies!
Place : Rishyap, Darjeeling, West BEngal, India
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