<H1>Unique respite</H1>

way yo Mirik,

After a long spell of gruelling hackneyed life, yearn for a rendezvous with the lush greenery was knocking at the door. My unusual morning slumber broke on an uphill drive from Siliguri and I discovered we were on a pursuit to elude away from the tiring schedule to overhaul our soul. Viewed like wrapped under green carpets, the hills were entirely clad on tea plantations or in other words it was like a masterpiece of soothing colours on the canvas of blue sky. Our uphill drive was on a road cutting through the tea gardens, like a ripped carpet.

Sumendu Lake, Mirik

Effacing the drape of mist the morning was slowly dressing up in ebullience and it was fascinating view of a Sun up through the window of our vehicle. From the curtain of haze the Sun inundated the entire surrounding with illumination and nascent Sun appeared in stunning vermillion in the azure, emanating pleasant warmth in Godly gesture. Through the ups and downs of hilly terrain, enjoying a ride on roller coaster we reached our destination, Mirik.

Mirik town

The tiny lake town of Darjeeling District, with a moderate number of inhabitation, was in fascinating mood, entire environment appeared basking under the Sun. In local dialect, Mirik means, a result of conflagration. We proceeded to the lake called Sumendu, flanked by a beautiful garden and grove of pine trees on its other side, where flamboyant boats were sailing on. A bridge resembling the shape of rainbow has linked both sides of the lake called Indrani Pool, and it was a picturesque beauty to describe about the surrounding. Lots of fishes of the lake were friskily gulping puffed rice. It was a glassy view of an unbounded beauty, where the slick of dew on the tip of grasses was still visible and emerged like diamonds in galore.

Instantaneously a splash of cold wind from grove of pine trees shook me thoroughly to welcome in the world of lush greenery and to reciprocate, I inhaled deeply in obeisance. Abutting boundary of the lake pine trees invited us in the bower that deepened the colour of Sumendu. The impetus to unite with the nature was driving us to the wooded land.