It passed
an aeon; I did not taste the flavour of nature. The restless mind has become
impulsive to have a sip of a vast forest. I was within myself but roamed over
the jungle in my dreams. Suddenly, one of my friends came like a saviour with
two railways tickets of Dooars. I said- Ah, this is the time to drink the life
to the lees. Here we come Dooars.
The magic began from the train...
The 10
hours train journey passed like 10 minutes as I was over excited to quench my
thirst, the thirst of nature. My friend took a deep sleep leaving me awake
waiting for the very first sight of our destination. At last the NJP railway
station had came and we stepped down the train.
As it was
a sudden tour without proper planning I had no idea how to conduct the entire
planning. A single phone call to a tour planner saved us and gave a wonderful Dooars tour package.
The never ending road
story...
A maruti
came within 30 minutes of the phone call and we were ready for the journey. It
seemed to be a never ending journey to me as every moment that I spent with the
beauty of nature turned into infinity. Garumara was our first destination.
The spellbound effect
of the forest...
How could
we skip the jungle safari? When jungle beckons can anyone resist? And we, the
smallest creature of the vast nature, just continued wondering by its charm. I
wondered how the tallest trees touched the sky to welcome the sun from the
thick canopy of fog every morning. Though the brightest sun was there already
and these fortunate two friends had a site of a one horned rhino that morning.
“Where is
my camera”- cried my friend and the rhino had already been captured on my
camera. I silently thanked the mother rhino (our tour guide said so) for adding
a lifelong memory. After a tiresome day, though it was the most refreshing
exercise for the mind, the calm elephants, the only vehicle of this safari
dropped us to a lavishing forest resort. And I went to the bed waiting for the
next day.
The alluring call of the mountain...
I never
knew, foggy morning had an influential effect on the forest to turn it into a dreamy world. I felt the world had been
wrapped in a thin white canopy. And the dream was over soon and our guide cum
driver came with his most energetic maruti to take us to the Rocky Island- Samsing
and Sutalekhola. As the maruti started climbing, we got mesmerised by the
hills, fountain and the hilly forests that passed. Sometimes river Sankosh wished
to be our companion and then just suddenly disappeared. For a long time, Tista
was there with us.
Suddenly
my over excited friends sought my attention to the Himalayan ranges. Mountains
always make me cry. This time I failed to take a snap as I sublimed myself to
the mountain.
Mountain men and their life...
The third
day was kept for visiting Bindu, the last village of West Bengal. Nature had
poured its beauty to this village. I felt that was the best place of living
without worries and humdrum of the city life. I found the utopia in reality at
last.
Back to the city...
As the
fourth day came, I started crying within as this was the day to leave forest
and go back to the city life. The tour planner arranged a sumptuous lunch as gratitude in a good restaurant and dropped
us to NJP Station. I said “Goodbye”
loudly and “I will be back” in a low voice.
