Lepcha Jagat, Darjeeling
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From a young age we read ‘there is one nation in the world’. However, walking along the banks of a stream, or in the sands of the desert, or on the lonely banks of a river. The world of millions of nations stays awake in the lap of the jungle or on the ups and downs of the mountains. Such a violence is called Lepcha Jagat. A little less than about 7,000 feet in height.
Nowadays, even on the morning of Boishakh, it is suddenly cloudy, when it is raining. Those of us who are not accustomed to walking to urban destinations, who write poems thinking of rain when we see clouds, then rush to Darjeeling or Sikkim to see the snow peaks in the bright light. In order to change that mind at the time of change, let the story be of a mountainous day in the cloud-covered Lepchajgat.
Siliguri often had to run under the pressure of work. The time may be May or June of the eighteenth year. But a little loose gap in the squeezing can take the Bengali to the top of any break. Again, if it is an hour away. So the familiar destination continues for a while with the witness in both hands. An hour seems like a minute. But the face of the sky is heavy.
Talking on the phone, sitting in the car, ‘Namo Namo’, ‘Beautiful Mom’, leaving the illusion of Darjeeling, thinking that you have to turn left from sleep. Well, but so be it! Slowly Karshiyong, ‘Tung, Sonada, go to sleep’ — no, not Anjan Dutt this time; Straight to the ‘Secluded Hamlet’ in Darjeeling district, where we saw the magical touch of Hamilin and one of the ‘deepest dreams’ of ‘Mayaban Biharini’ which does not take any ‘bet’ to ‘catch’ - she herself is a rich ‘Sancharini’.
However, the prosperity of the rising sky is not felt in the body of the sky. So Sambit returned to the small hilly village. With some Lepcha family whose spread is only a few kilometers. I've heard of Home Stay before; But the way the next 24 hours passed is not exactly the same. That is actually 'live'. And these few umbrellas are written in the name of survival.
Arranging the umbrella of his life with two daughters — the main way of earning is to say that this trip is a luxury. But forgetting the luxury of eating Maggie at noon, and solving the complex mystery filled with the fog that comes out in the calculation of ‘Ram’. Rhododendrons and oaks line the roadside with one-foot-two-foot sounds. Like the kajal lying under the eyes, the leaves of the tree are mixed with the infallible oppression of that incorporeal smoke; Where the scratch of experience is evident in the impression of fatigue.
In the obscure coils and dripping rain, the clarity of the light is erased and the evening begins to descend in the cosmetic kingdom of survival for no reason. The hilly evenings are a bit annoying — so ‘inside the cloud peon’s bag’ is then ‘distra’. But that dista has effortlessly turned into a favorite epic — because, at night, there was an impeccable chicken broth and bread.
The next morning the sun did not appear. However, this time on foot we saw the houses that were living in cracks, the small village, in the distant eyes of which Giriraj sometimes reigns; And in each of its covers, nature has painted its own handful of colorful flowers. But, this time it's Alvida's turn.
The word ‘lepcha’ comes from the Nepali word ‘lepche’, which means ‘inert phrase’. However, a word does not always make it real, nor does it always make sense of a nation. So I have no inertia in the person of the hospitality of the essence of love that we are home to because, ‘the name of that nation is the human race’.
However, to return to the plains with reluctance and inertia is to go to Darjeeling once before, it is from the instinct of the Bengalis. Otherwise the stomach chicken might not have been digested.
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