the perfect chill in the air, a muscatel cuppa chai and the kanchenjunga..........resonance........lifes' beautiful...........the smell of the pines, of the burning dry leaves, the mist and the sun together, the medley of the evening sunrays passing through the red leaves of the solitary maple opposite das studio was enough to give me the goosebumps of my life.....coz life was good then, but was it good because of actual good good or was it because life was young then? young we were, carefree too, it surely needed youth and attitude to actually spend hours at Keventers with three friends sharing a single hot dog and a cup of expresso, admiring the googles adorned memsahibs and half pant wearing sahibs of the Tea Planters Club just opposite to the Kevs rooftop, u could do this only in darj.......this was October, autumn, season of the tourists, darj had hordes of them jostling, bargaining, awestruck at the sight of the mountains, on foot, on landrovers spilling to their ends, merging into the ocean of more tourists at the Chowrasta, "the Mall" to the hangovered brits.........the mall was the heartland of darj, u could just about do anything here....jogg, meditate, laugh, gossip, fight, ride ponies, give speeches, carry out a cleanliness drive, oogle at girls or even boys, sleep on the benches, have a picnic lunch, dance, sing songs or simply experience the changing hues of the kanchenjunga...........it was heavenly anyways............every little bit of it was heavenly, darj has to be experienced to be understood.....its pure resonance, only when u stand beneath the awesome kanchenjunga do u realise how small u actually are..........its only in darj....................that places are more important than people in your lives..........its only in darj that u walk through the mist towards the sunrays...............its only in darj..........
