After having cloud shocks in Meghma, we headed forward. Going through Tumling , a small Nepali village, all houses, hotels were crafted in rural manner which were mysterious but gave an awe to the wanderers. Some constructions were alarming but nothing to do, governments have approved them all. It was a bumpy place to me because suddenly I was in between some unwanted crowd, where I did loose myself after quite a time, though it was not a new circumstance, usually it stays in city with me everywhere.

Acquiring fogs, mists and that free breeze I learned to live in a new way among those u turns to Jaubari, a vibrant rural existence in Nepal. Every passing people must enlist their names in that Nepali police station, my guide was talking with that inspector in native dialect , it seemed like an unknown world which stays with contradiction, division but they know where they get united.

Again we did enter to India, a tiny village but equipped with all things Gairibas, it was quite a late in the afternoon, I had to search for my GTA accomodation, I was very excited of staying in that hut which was in the lap of the national forest. Everywhere you gaze,  you will see some new trees , atleast I haven't seen those. When I reached there, I set my backpack and off to see the jungle alleys which were so dark that thousand sun will be defeated to this beauty. Mists were mixing into it like some shadow plays with its existence and remains so unattainable. I got some fellow travelers who were coming by Land Rovers which are now trendy according to my own census of visitors. if somebody asks which question have you faced so far most, I would say the question would be of me being a lone traveler, heeee isn't it funny, by the end of of everything we all are loners, contemplating is the very private and solo matter, humans never include anybody.

That night was very haunting, and it will be remembered as one of the best of my life. I was fortunate to know the those mysterious old tales by the bonfire from cooks and my guide. After just having dinner when I came out to that open vastness of jungle, I saw constellations so clear that I thought those were painted by myself, and this merger of black with moon beams and starry skies have been my first ever experience. I was living and dying together. Every word I presume is less to describe then nature.

To be continued ..........

Whenever I looked back to those winded paths I saw some hardships but smiles too , its much like the way we cross every day on every task, I got some really humble people , certainly I am not exaggerating and not generalising.

After mounted up to Chitrey , we came to that small village of Nepal , named Meghma. Here is another story of it, my guide told me that some years ago one Bengali engineer came to this place quite often and he was seasoned to this very place. Whenever he came he only saw the clouds everytime here, that's why after that precision this village got the name Meghma or the Mother of Clouds. And when I entered here I felt like swimming among them. Too much non transparent every bit of it was , like somebody created this maze to offer peace to the fellow walkers. Rather than the noodle soup , the clouds filled my appetite quite well.

On this way I spotted a Himalayan Griffon, but it was my fault that Nature gave me chances but I could not capture that but it was captured by my these very eyes of heart. And here comes that famous gateway of the national park in Tumling , where every one definitely clicks pictures, I did that too but did not understand why do they do that. I may not see that , they could. My schedule was tight and for that I did not climb to Tonglu the third highest point of West Bengal after Sandakphu and Phalut. I never regretted it because I knew I already had enough and now living on extra perks.

Quite a way, the first morning in Manebhanjan , the border town of India and Nepal, where interestingly if someone's house is in Nepal but his owned land must be in India , was a worth roaming. Though I had rushed to start my first walk in the Singalila National Park, I got some time to scribble among that harmonious shrine where the Hindu temple is embedded with Buddha imagery, I mean literally it does not happen in big cities generally because the city size does not matter but what does matter is the heart and soul. I must not deviate certainly . People of this town largely depend up on the trekkers business and around it. Gazen , my guide, gave me some crucial information which supported my inference of the economic structure. Actually the shops are not general shops but bouquets for travelers, I saw so many faces even with bursting expectations that their life is not much of an independent but dependable to the roamers.

Where was I, oh ya remember , parental gravitational force !!!
For now , I will pull out some extract of my diary of that windy night in Sandakphu. I wasn't alone in that hut , but systematically my mind was on that verge that every household discussion of a couple was escaping naturally , even I was confronted with some stupidity, I think they have their own explanations though .

"For now , I am sitting by a window pane; the chilly , pierced wind is acting through my hand, for us like lowlanders its very dangerously thrilling situation but I am feeling quite lucky to have these roaring gusty sounds penetrating the ears like uv waves . Taking up this lonely exploration I thought some revelations would cross me, but I have to admit that I learned
patience more and it helps me to dwell on these wind cries. Today when I was on my last lap of climbing up to Sandakphu , I was almost ready to give up. It was self inspiration obviously which came through worshipping the nature. To be honest I wanted to be lonely here, when I have got it , I wish for differences , don't know why. The loners do not sit on a roof top or on a mountain, its the crowd in the name of connection make people lonely within the souls of their own kind. When I see these trees, far away snow pinnacles my rational goes some where deep down the belly , even those distant monasteries of Chitrey, Meghma were wailing like a universal sound goes beyond our mundane auditory mechanism.
Unknown places give me feeling of vague relativity but when I entered in to the Singalila National Park , I knew its the nature's dome where everyone is known to every being. "

Next day at 4.30 am I woke up and saw some magical spell in the sky , when the first sun ray of the day came up to the Kangchenjunga I felt like I have enough lived , and my existence was bursting out of my cage.  Then only one thing was on my mind....  I will share that here...
                                         
                                          There is much comfort in high hills,
                                           and a great easing of the heart .
                                                   We look upon them.
                                         and our nature fills with loftier images
                                                   from their life apart .
                                         They set our feet on curves of freedom
                                         bent to snap the circles of our discomfort
                                                   Mountains are mood
                                         of large rhythm and line
                                         moving between the eternal mode and mine
                                                   Moments of thought
                                         of which I too am part
                                         I lose in them my instant of brief ills
                                        There is a great easing of the heart
                                         and cumulance of comfort on high hills .

              

It was a random plan to move out to the heart of mountains for a week, taking a break from 
pollution and those stagnant coinages. This urge has ever been subjective , this rhetoric has shaken me by core. Being in a so called society every time its about getting aware of things and reacting to your conscience.I can not expect people to understand what I have stood for myself and how have I carried those instincts in this unbalanced being.