Was the month of june, and the  summer vacations were just  about to come to an  end.....and when good things are about to end time seems to just fly off....lol  I just kept wishing that somehow my holidays get extended and i don't have to get back to the same old boring,hectic school days .....given the lazy and insincere kid i was (?) i still m :P (though have realised  now that those were the most beautiful days of my life ) .......and then  surprise surprise !! dad broke the news of  his plans of a short vacation in Darzeeling.....it was like ....like....ummm  don't have words :P.......i was exulted to say the least , at just  the mention of the idea.my heart started pacing faster........could'nt control my thoughts .......and was excited like anything.......but then when i thought of it again......Darzeeling??.........a hillstation......ahhh!! would be like all the other hillstowns i've been to.....dunno somehow find all of them alike.......like someone cloned 'em :P........but anyways  the thought of visiting another new place was a feeling more precious than the random thoughts and apprehensions i had about visiting a hillstation again......and  on top of that i won't have to bear that burdenous feeling of time flyin off....and my holidays coming to an end......so i thought Darzeeling was the best thing that could have  ever happened to me at that point of time :)

so finally we...me ,mom n dad arrived at Siliguri the place  from which we took a bus to Darzeeling......i insisted on a bus journey......that's the best way to enjoy the hilly terrain.....the meandering roads snaking their ways,crisscrossing rivers.....and  in this case you can't miss out on the occassional encounters with the toy train on the way.i was enjoyin each moment......and the excitement kept growing as we were inching towards dzlng.......i had already started planning what we all would be doing once we reach there......but as luck would have it or rather rain god would have it it started to rain heavily.......torrential rains ......the likes which i had not witnessed in years......and the rains did manage to dampen my spirits i thought now how am i gonna roam around and shop and hop n jump in streets of dzlng :(.....i looked at my dad with an ex-pression which he easily read......and said....."look everyone visits hilltowns either in the peak of summer or in the winters to witness the snowfalls......but have you ever wondered what it feels like to visit a hillstation  during the rains".....now this did uplift my mood to an extent....but i was still sulking......on the verge of crying.......then the bus finally screeched to a halt and we reached dzlg.........the downpour still continued......i looked around to find other tourists like us......some of 'em looked a li'l disappointed ....and then i caught glimpses of some of the some of the locals who had such warm smiles on their faces .........seeing which my heart started racing again......and really felt welcomed by the place......the energy , the vibes the dzlg people sent across was incredible......yeah!! stepping on the grounds of dzlg i started feeling better and forgot all my apprehensions of our trip bein' ruined.......and it did'nt take me long to instantly fall in love with the place and the lovely and ever gregarious people.

Darzeeling in rains was truly amazing!!!!