A beautiful morning

Kanchenjunga from Kalimpong

As expected, it was a knocking sound at the door, “See the Kanchanjungha from your window”. In eager haste, got down from bed to remove the curtain and wiped off the dew drops deposited on the glass window. I remained open mouthed to see the snowy mountain peak of Kanchanjungha was glowing with dazzling glamour in the deep blue canvas of stainless morning sky. The Sun was coming out of the curtain of mist blowing the flute of light. With the pleasing warmth of the rising Sun, the message of a Sunny day was conveyed in the air. It was the beginning of an excellent day in the tiny hill town of Kalimpong. The ineffable scenic panorama with the vast composure hijacked my attentions absolutely and I was spell bound by the ostentation of unbounded beauty of generous nature.

the mountains with the messengers of happiness,Kalimpong

The reposed nature was attracting in expressive gesture towards the ostentation of festivity. The drifting clouds were looking like the messengers of happiness, may be exchanging their good wishes with the lush greenery of the hills on their way to disappear in the firmament. Covered under the unstudied dew drops, the opulent rose was like a dozy princess or it was the Mother Nature spattered the dew on her face to awake the little princess. The snowy peak of Kanchanjungha was like smilingly enjoying the morning from afar, resting its chin on the range of mountains. The boundless vision could even be reached to the thin silhouette of a river stream at the bottom of the mountains. In the enliven display of generous serenity in its entirety, where I was totally immersed into the widespread tranquillity to communicate with the messages of silence.

The sleepy princess at Kalimpong

It was quite a nonchalant picture of surrounding with a rare experience of witnessing the beautiful beginning of a day in the Kingdom of unmitigated quietude. In such a pleasing atmosphere, the hypnotic warmth of the serene ambient was attracting to bask in laze. Through the window, I kept staring towards the huge wall of the mountains for hours; passionately with the desire to rediscover our identity in their greatness.

silhouette of a river at Kalimpong 

The memories of an exuberant Sunny morning in Kalimpong, with evanescent clouds kissing the mountains, the sleepy rose under the blanket of dew, memories of the view of lush green forests and the fluvial flow through the mountains will surely bring me the flavour of fresh air and I will always find myself in the ambient of eternal silence.