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| Rabangla |
Have you ever tasted “fire ball?” “The innocent looking chillies of Rabangla, have fire in them.” – The young driver was very eager to notify us and kept discussing about the fireball chillies for a long time. The discussion incited an irresistible curiosity in me to fathom the fire of the chillies, like my impatient inquisitive to explore again the majestic beauty of Kanchenjunga from Rabangla.
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| Kanchenjunga |
The tiny hill town of Sikkim was in its fabulous mood, when we reached in the bountiful of scenic treasure. Without any struggle, we got our hotel in Rabangla. In eager haste, I removed the curtain of my room to fall in love again for the greatest attraction that brought me away from home. Stupendous peak of Kanchenjunga appeared like resting in the backdrop of the azure and the snow clad mountain peak was gleaming in dazzling golden colour of mid day, reminded me the glaring eyes of Guru Padmasambhav.
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| The imposing landscape |
After lunch, we were on the road, to have a glimpse of the beautiful town and for having a stroll through the ups and downs of the hilly roads. In the market areas of Rabangla, the fierce chillies, shaped like tiny balls or like the shape of volcano were abundantly sold, were said to have medicinal effects and most prolific. The chillies were sold by the local farmers on the footpaths and were costly too. The easy going nature of the small town was very attractive; the beautiful landscapes in a widespread composure, where the nature spread her curtain of shadow over the mountains in the evening. Awhile witnessing the sketches of heavenly landscape in the serenity was worth for a prominent place in the hall of fame of my lifetime experience.
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| Tiny hill town,Rabangla |
On our way to the hotel, I was in search of the souvenirs of Rabangla. Among the hackneyed display of fang-sui articles, I got attracted to the collections of fire balls in the form of pickles. The manager of our hotel loudly laughed at my peculiar possession as a memento.
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| Sunset at Rabangla |
Coming home, it was time to revisit the sweet memories of Rabangla and time to taste the so called sizzling pickle. The fiery pickle made of the hot chillies, when went inside the stomach, in a trice the sizzling taste spread through the nerve cells like a high voltage electric shock or like a pyre, unendingly started burning into the stomach, accompanied by terrific sweating. The unforgettable and unpredictable hot taste of the pickle mixed with the invisible warmth has a feeling like freshly tasted and notwithstanding, invoking the desire to taste again. It resembled the inexplicable beauty of Rabangla, the sweet nest of bower, with green memories of the majestic view of Kanchenjunga gravitate me always.
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