Red velvet

After six days of trekking in the Kanchenjunga National Park, we returned to Yuksam with leaden feet and plenty of food cravings. A sleepy little village in West Sikkim, it’s the base for Dzongri and Goechala mountain pass. Come April and October, there are more trekkers milling about here than locals. The road to the park isContinue reading “Red velvet”

Say cheese

It had almost become my morning ritual. I would walk up the stairs at Daragaon village retreat to see if the Kanchenjunga—the world’s third-highest peak—had dropped its misty cloak. Seeing the clouds intact, I would trundle down past the cow shed with a heavy heart and inevitably meet someone from the house bringing up tea.Continue reading “Say cheese”

For the love of postcards

I don’t recollect when I started collecting them, just that they are piling over, spilling out of files now. Not that I’m complaining. Over the course of my travels, it just became a habit of sorts to hunt for postcards. Not the simple photographs you get from street sellers, but illustrations and quirky ones. Like theseContinue reading “For the love of postcards”

Back to school

When I first landed there, the kids were practicing for a dance competition. Nepali melodies were blasting off the lone speaker as the teachers corrected the steps and got the formation right. Seated on a small stool, a step above the veranda, I marvelled at the conceptualisation as the tune imprinted itself into my memory.Continue reading “Back to school”