The other day I came across a photograph of a four-year old me. I had the brightest smile on my face, standing beside a Pony amidst the mighty Himalayas. The place was none other than the Queen of Hills, Darjeeling.
Little has changed over the years, except my age. Twenty three years and more than a score of vacations to this place later, I realised, the charm remains the same. But my perspective might have changed a bit. Unlike my younger self, whose biggest attraction remained the horse-rides on the Chowrasta, my older self prefers solitude. Philosophy, Hot-Chocolate and Introspection in the warm winter sun attracts me more.
My blog has endless posts about this quaint hill station, the Colonial charm, the Tea Rooms, Glenarys, Curio Shops and the little Mall Market, yet I cannot help sharing my memories, each time I visit.
Here are a few recent postcards from the hills.
Here’s a quick list of all one must not miss when in Darjeeling:
Tarts, liquor chocolates and fruit cakes at Glenarys
Breakfast at Keventers
Pork at Kunga’s
Rare Himalayan/Buddhism books at the Oxford Book Store
Curios at Habeeb Mullick
Woollen-wear at the Mall market
Hike to the Japanese Peace Pagoda
Early morning Kanchendzonga
And if you are looking for more, check out my older posts: