Sandakafu Expedition – Gaurbase Gairbasi

Okay, so tell me what did I do? I have spent my entire life on hills. Now if a beautiful woman comes into my life, wearing bright make up, wearing Georgette sari, a woman as beautiful as Madhuri Dixit won’t you be happy? Is love a sin? Is love a Cyanide Syrup?

But if you ever go a hill station, you will definitely fall in love. Especially in places like Garibas. There is only one Ashiana in the lap of the valley 8600 feet above. You will find love in the trees, in the water, in the sky, the song of hundreds of unfamiliar birds, the dense green hills standing with their heads high; from there the cloud fairies fly and kiss your cheeks. In the midst of the perpetual silence, a very sweet night takes over; Pelv’s silent dewdrops lay lovingly on the bed of soft green grass.
Here, too, if love is not found, if the urban petroglyph entity sits in a 10-foot-by-10-foot marble empire and finds more comfort in the tricks and conspiracies of the Star Jalsa (though my old workplace, O Seleucus, yet this is true); If the unseen majestic form revealed in the centenary of nature is more important than the quotation of Anubrat Mandal or the one and a half hour war on the sidewalk because of having to pay more than one and a half rupees on the floor of two or the broken and the fat on social media. Take it.

So whatever I say, before I get stuck in all these. I will take a kiss and drink the wine of holy love, illegitimate desires, pompous jokes, and head bowing sadness. I will mix in it a sky wet cloud, fresh oxygen in the veins, the fragrant intoxication of untidy hair, no forbidden words to say, and the silence of obsession. I will suck a drop of honey from the stem of a flower, I will hold the hand of a randomly running shower, and I will kiss the solitude like a diamond.

It looks like most of the shops / hotels in these secluded hills are run by girls. They are fun as nature. The owner of this GTA cottage is also a young girl. The name is Premila. There is no electricity. Only one or two lights are lit with a little electricity from the solar battery. The brighter they are, the more they flock to the sky. Occasionally unfamiliar sounds can be heard in the cool air. A little farther away is the border security camp. After eating dinner at 8 o’clock, sleep at 9 o’clock. Bird photographers keep their hand on the camera since dawn with wide lenses and suffocating silence. We also got our lenses ready, filled to the brim with oxygen, and set foot 12 km to Sandakpur, the highest point in West Bengal.

– Arpan Kumar Sharma –