TRAVEL BLOG- Bhutan: A Journey to look back on

                                      

                                         Bhutan: A Journey to look back on



The Rajdhani express slowed down leaving its good pace. It was the time for all the new experiences as our destination embraced us blissfully. I gathered my luggage and Aakash helped me to take that out from the train, in no time we were standing on the platform for which I was waiting for months. 'New Alipurduar’ was not only famous for the beauty of the rich culture of West Bengal and the handcrafts of the tribes’ but also for the gateway to Bhutan.

When in doubt… travel.” I love this quote since I knew the real meaning of travelling. That is by no means just to invest and rub your feet, however, to fulfil your inner self and evolve for betterment.  It was 2019 and I was with the best two people who were as passionate about travelling as I was.

The marketplace near the railway station was flooded with all the precise elements that grabbed our attention. I purchased a mat crafted from bamboo and hand-stitched thereafter, which could be rolled effortlessly. The bus gave the signal; it was a complete one hour adventure to reach Phuntsholing, Bhutan. The grass bed underneath, the tall coconut trees standing beside the smalls huts and the sun rays glancing out piercing the greyish clouds were adding more beauty to it. For Indians, there is no need for any visa up to a certain distance in Bhutan, one can definitely delight in the glossy weather that is not biased towards any extreme.

We entered from the astonishing Indo-Bhutan gate, which looks even more amusing when lighted colures get featured in it. The welcoming place in Bhutan was the attraction of Zangto Pelri Lhakhang, the famous temple for its dzong architecture, its speciality indeed. A vicinity wherein you can pay respect to numerous deities and explore the artistic wonders of amazingly structured statues of Bodhisattvas and marvellous paintings of Lord Buddha, from which taking our eyes off was another challenge.




Every view in Phuentsholing was wonderful, nature was dancing in the waves of wind and so was our extreme happiness. We raced to the pinnacle of the hills from where we ought to see the residence of the ‘KING’, beautifully maintained and embellished with the plantations.  The people there were very thoughtful and I got the privilege to get acquainted with their culture intently that fascinated me from the time it got my attention.

 Someone who is an animal lover can’t deny the fact that crocodiles can be affectionate as well, leaving the part that they can tear one apart in the blink of an eye, leaving the part. Amo Chhu Crocodile Breeding Centre was one of the places I visited where I left my fear of crocodiles forever.



If you have a fear of anything, learn about that. Either you may break all the chains and get free from your fear or you will get to learn about yourself” Aakash quoted, not just a line, that became my lifetime learning.

Another place was the Karbandi Monastery providing a breathtaking view of the Bengal Plain and the Phuentsholing town. The Torsa River flowing behind was adding more splendours in the sunset.  One should never miss the stroll beside the Torsa River” Aakash stated while taking the images of the temple in his own photogenic manner.

In a moment Prishu and I were walking by the Torsa side and Aakash followed us taking pictures of every aspect of nature. The peaceful flow of the river, the swift rub of its edges and the gamble of the melodious music in every layer was something that was entering deep down our hearts. There was a message for the one who could decode. We all sat down there and exchanged our words of experience. I looked above the sky, the approaching darkness was steadily dissolving away the twilight. Stars got there and glowed even brighter to celebrate our accomplished journey.




I will remember the day for the rest of my life where I explored the different culture and came out from the person I was before, after the incredible adventure.

 

-RITIGYA SHREE

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