Zuluk and the Old Silk Route - Part V

There are things which you have really wanted to get in life. You worked really hard to get them, but somehow they proved to be elusive.

You don't get them. So you try to get them.
And then you keep trying some more. But still it leaves you wanting.
But you don't give up. And await your turn.

And then one day.

One day, the flood gates open. And, there happens to be a deluge of your wanting.
It soaks you.
You want it more.
And it washes you.
You still want it more.

You drown in it. Imbibe every part of it. And then you feel that its all that you wanted.

This event is almost saturating. It has twists and turns and has something new every where to offer.

The Sunrise Moment

And at the rear- of this Himalayan theatre, the sun pips in, and the rays scatter and dazzle us.

The pearly white mountain, which had changed to orange, then golden, now appears so bright white that the white penetrates my eyes.And then it is sunny every where. The valleys are bathed in the light.

Kanchenjunga in full light

While coming down the slopes, I remain in a daze, still struck by the magnitude of the beauty.

I switch on the camera and scroll through the photos and relive the moments spent. The descent is much faster and almost in no time we reach the home stay.

Zuluk Hairpins

Back at the homestay..

Blades of sunlight seem to pour into the dining room through the glass windows. I draw the curtains and soak in the sunshine. A shadow of the window frame rests on my jacket sleeves. My hosts have sent a cup of tea and biscuits to my room. I hold the cup with my one hand and open the door leading to the balcony with the other.

I shave my two day old stubble in the running hot water from the geyser. The steaming hot water has made the mirrors foggy and I need to wipe the glass frequently. I take a hot steamed bath and put on a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt. When I leave the room finally, I can see that the breakfast has already been laid on the table. Masala omelette, butter toast, an apple and a cup of coffee. I have the coffee, toasts and omelettes in turn and finish them up almost at the same time.

I see the motorcycle parked at the rear of the home. Its chrome and steel gleams brilliantly in the sun. I adjust the tank bag on the motorcycle and start the vehicle. It’s time to leave for the long journey to Gangtok