a distance around which dreams have been weaved, a place which remained inaccessible through time, a name off a fairytale...darjeeling... my darjeeling was impromptu, my darjeeling was laahe laahe, twas about clear skies and cloudwatching and mountain ranges of sleeping gods, my darjeeling was most unlikely to be true through Rusha, but it was and this is just one of the multiple colours of what we lived through three days...
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"Kasto maza hai"....Nepali kids - having fun rides on the toy trains - with innocent smile and running nose:)
Cuppa at the Planters' club watching the Himalayas ... " emon deshti kotho khuje pabe nako tumi..."
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