My Teesta connection
The story might be a little weird, but it is true. On my trip to sikkim, if there is one thing that I really got to know well, it is river teesta. It was everywhere and anywhere we went. It was as though it was a part of my trip. Accompanying us without questioning and complaining and infact, enjoying our company. And at the end of the trip, I knew I was going to miss her and was quite sad. That, in short is my love affair with Teesta.
Once you reach zero point ( end of roads, basically) towards north sikkim, All one can see is nature, virgin and full. It is quite unfair that despite knowing I cant possibly describe her beauty, I am venturing into writing about her. Anyways, at this point, Teesta is this small streamlet, slowly learning to crawl along the soft beds of colourful stones laid out neatly. She is quite reluctant to begin and I think she is quite unaware of the distance or the arduous path she is about to take.
As we drove back, she grows up. She learns how difficult things can get and quickly matures by drawing sources from various channels that come along. And by the time I am close to Gangtok, she is blossomed into this forceful river scaring every passer by who I dont think how lovely as a child she was. As the driver chose to take the road to the city, she decides to leave us, for her own good. I felt my kid is on it's own now, capable of taking care of herself. Surely, she will make it to the sea.
Bye Teesta, I love you.
Once you reach zero point ( end of roads, basically) towards north sikkim, All one can see is nature, virgin and full. It is quite unfair that despite knowing I cant possibly describe her beauty, I am venturing into writing about her. Anyways, at this point, Teesta is this small streamlet, slowly learning to crawl along the soft beds of colourful stones laid out neatly. She is quite reluctant to begin and I think she is quite unaware of the distance or the arduous path she is about to take.
As we drove back, she grows up. She learns how difficult things can get and quickly matures by drawing sources from various channels that come along. And by the time I am close to Gangtok, she is blossomed into this forceful river scaring every passer by who I dont think how lovely as a child she was. As the driver chose to take the road to the city, she decides to leave us, for her own good. I felt my kid is on it's own now, capable of taking care of herself. Surely, she will make it to the sea.
Bye Teesta, I love you.