Travel addiction is deadly. It is very difficult to find people who do not like to travel. I will share an experience today. You can also tell a one-day hill story. The protagonist of that story is just nature. No one else.
Chatakpur of Darjeeling. An amazing village hidden in the hills.
Chatakpur: A land of time, dreams and beauty
Before the sun sets, the reddish kiss of fatigue is on Kanchenjunga's cheek. The warmth of the inner heart in the transformation of the mountain dream. The frozen winter melted and the glass windows became beautiful. Then slowly the silent dew fell and the evening came. Nilima's redness faded and her eyes became blurred. The soft sun, which had been forgotten for a long time, fell unknowingly in tears. And that color wipes the soft hand of the dear girlfriend. Gradually I woke up. And I fell asleep in absolute peace and waited for another morning. And in the hope of a dream.
Chatakpur. A small village hidden in the forest under a hill. At a distance of seven kilometers from Sonada, floating at an altitude of seven thousand eight hundred feet. In the good times wrapped in solitude, only the free speech of the birds. On the rocky road, there are crystals of ice, deep shades of primitive pine. And it's time to stop. You can walk a long way holding hands along the line of that time. Silent fables can be composed effortlessly.
From Siliguri, we took a shared taxi in the morning and reached Sonada via Karshiang. A rocky road runs straight past the railway station. Along the nose. I have already downloaded the offline Google Map. Still, I asked once. The well-wisher was a little surprised to hear that I would go to Chatakpur on foot. The presence of black bears, cheetahs, wild boars, etc. in this central forest is not to be ignored at all. Many had warned about this before coming. Even after going back, I ate a lot of gossip about it. Many people trek in groups. There is also a guide for him. But from my personal experience this bear-cheetah episode seems to be over-rated. Yet there is no caution. Those who want to go trekking will go with a little research. Hopefully having a local guide would be an advantage, although we didn’t take any guides.
The first few kilometers are quite steep. A paved road made of rough stone. It was very difficult to get up. When walking on a hilly road, you must take a stick with you, as it can reduce the workload a lot. With water and a little dry food.
After going some distance, the jungle became thick. The atmosphere became magical in the dense fog. The cold wind came and went.
Keep walking. The checking post of the Forest Department will come. Keep showing the required paperwork (booking details etc.) on the wild hilly road. Ascent, descent, ascent again. In this way Rupavati is the jungle. Pause for a moment. A little photoshoot in Ankora's hands. Some invisible movement. Going forward again. Sometimes snow. Touch the path with careful grip. You can't understand when Chatakpur came suddenly.
We were at Furba Home Stay. At the top of the hill, a beautiful cottage. Watch Kanchenjunga lying inside the house. Or sit down and watch me eat tea. Or stand on the lawn next to the house and look at it with a little poetic feeling. Impeccable feeling in all cases.
Organic food. Incomparable. Feel free to eat. Talk to Furba Sherpa and his family. And feel a strange love. Their sincerity will fascinate you. When we came back, the housewife put a sincere scarf around our necks. A beautiful example of mountain love.
Take a look at Google Map to see which way Chatakpur Road has gone. If you go ahead and catch it, you will see that it was once lost in the forest. Then there is no way. Now really walk that path. As you walk through the dense pine forest you will see lots of birds. The wide path will gradually narrow. The trees of the forest will shoot from both sides. Still go ahead. Quiet chatter. You will hear many sounds coming from the jungle. Keep going. After taking several turns, you will suddenly come to a small empty space. A small pond. The upper layer is frozen ice. Next to it is a huge rock. Another temple. In this strange solitude you can find yourself by bowing your head to the purpose of the gods.
Come back. Seeing the sunrise from the view point will make you feel lucky. When Ravi Rashmi spreads in the heart of Kanchenjunga, it will also spread red in the colors. The warmth of the heart will be embedded in the transformation of the mountain dream. The frost in that warmth will melt away and the eyes will become beautiful. The head will bow in respect to an invisible artist. Anabil's smile will be wet with tears. Then Kanchenjunga will burn like a sky dream all day long. And the jewel of the mind will be carefully taken for a lifetime.
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