ONWARDS TO KALIMPONG

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Hey... Welcome to THE TEENAGER'S DIARY where you hear the different feelings, thoughts, and emotions of the teenager. Well, this is your host, SHADOW SPARKLING. I'm a different teen of 14 and I hope to enlighten you by sharing everything I have. Well,... Today, we are going to talk about My TRIP TO KALIMPONG. And like always, I would love if you keep an open-mindset while listening to this. THE START. So, as planned, things are well. We planned that first we would go from Kalyani, the place we are living now, to Sealdah, the central station, and from there taxi to Howrah, that’s another central station, and up from there aboard on Shatabdi Express. I remember reading somewhere that Shatabdi Express was the fastest train in India. Things had been well till we reached Howrah amidst all the traffic jams. At the Howrah station, it was a late. A lot late. About an hour late. We reached the station 10 minutes early. And the train was scheduled to come at 2:15 but it arrived at 2:45. And then departure was commenced a little after 10 minutes. So, we simply sat in the AC train temporarily without AC for sometime before we actually moved forward. IN THE TRAIN ??. Well, you know me, I’m the monotonous unsocial guy living in a super social family, or at least that’s what my mother thinks. After learning from numerous vacations, I have realized that it’s a waste to bring any books or copies during the trip. And so, I had brought just one book, that’s THE SUBTLE ART OF NOT GIVING A FUCK by Mark Manson. During the entire train journey, I finished 4 chapters of it. The food was not awesome or good. And the view outside was all green, most of the times. And in the evening time, Ma had a small argument with the woman in her front because she was unable to have to comfort of strengthening her legs. You know women. That small argument entertained everyone in the train. And the woman actually lost and then didn’t talk to anyone except her daughter who was sitting next to her. ME BEING SOCIAL ??. I think this has come from my maternal grandfather. I’m talking about my social skills which my mother thinks I lack hugely. I asked the people in the front about where they are going, was it home or vacation. The ones in the front were an old couple, they said that they were going home. And later in the night, I had to change places with Ma, and then I talked to that daughter of my mother’s competitor. Her name is Arumita and she is studying Computer Engineering. Both my prospects were going home and I think I’m good at small talks. After all, it was going well. BLOCKING THE LIGHT. In the night, at 11, I tried to look outside, trying to have a good view of my surrounding through the window. But all I saw from a seat afar was my own reflection and my surroundings. I pushed myself closer to the window and that enabled me to have a little clear view of outside. But still my inside surrounding’s lights were still blocking my choice to see the dark outside. After sometime, I guarded my inside view with my hands. Blocking and covering the sides of my head. And there it was all clear. PERHAPS THE LIGHT BLOCKS WHAT LAYS OUTSIDE AND SOMETIMES BLOCKING IT, HELPS TO HAVE A LOOK AT WHAT’S BEYOND IT. THE LODGE . Well, the train stopped at destination. The time was 12:15 at midnight. Through the dark, yet in the warm darkness, we marched forward to our lodge to have a little sleep. We had booked the lodged where we had stayed before when we came in Darjeeling (that’s another vacation). But this time, we were just 4 and not 8. Every time, whenever we go on vacations, we bring the whole family. But this time, Baba’s holidays didn’t accommodate. And you know that guy’s whims . Well, the lodge was known. But the room it gave us wasn’t satisfactory. The room was really small and the filthy looking dustbin spoiled Ma at first. Then the bathroom... man! Whenever me and my mother go somewhere, the first thing we give a fuck to is the bathroom. If it’s not good, well we don’t stay there if we have a choice. The bathroom was small but the problem was the basin. It was covered with the red spit stains of others. That’s problem gutka, or something. I was just ?? for the entire time there. REFRESHED, HOMESTAY (#CLEARVIEW) . Our sleep was of 7 hours or so. We had to get up at 8am. And our driver came after that. We went onwards to our destination, KALIMPONG. The place we had our breakfast was good. The Chola Batora there was just perfect. And the toast was warm and soft, it felt amazing. And after that we had nothing. I think this is not as fucked up as I thought it was. I slept halfway to our homestay. And when I woke up, I vomited everything I had. But after vomiting out, it’s good and refreshing again. And even more refreshing after I had my bath. From where we are now, we can have a clear view of Kanchenjunga if the clouds favor us. After reaching our homestay, we had our baths, and after that, we had lunch. Finally, some decent food in our stomachs. Lunch was followed by some sight-seeing. And finally, we returned home. Sorry, our homestay. THE BEST PART. There’s this pet dog, named Peso. Totally white and cute and adorable. He is male, and married to another cuteish yellow dog, name not found. He follows the main owner of the place, wherever she goes. He never bites anyone or any other mischief. The final times... I spent it reading the book, and I finished two chapters of that. And then slept with a hard-on... I imagined my LOVE-INTEREST. Well, the best part of the entire day, was the view from the roof of our homestay. In front of us, in the night, lay Sikkim sending little points of light. I counted a total of 78 lights on one of the hills. From our homestay, we can view the entire Sikkim after Teesta River, and afar that would be Kanchenjunga, hiding behind the clouds. At night, the view was amazing, the background hills black, and there upon the cake, the lights shone ever bright. My Artemis was right on top of my head in the sky. And that meditation session I did, amongst all of these just before dinner, all alone yet I had so much to take in, it was just AMAZING. The breeze had a power of its own. Anyone would love this feeling I had. Calm yet surrounded with unimagined powers. The next day, in the morning, was probably the best meditation session I had ever. Well, that would be all. Thanks for listening. I am fearing that I might die paragliding, but don’t feel death. Don’t have a good day, have a great day. That will be all . Thanks for being till the end. Sign up to my weekly newsletter , where I will remind you about the things you might have missed. It's FREE and will come on SUNDAYS . You just have to scroll down to the footer. I would be extremely grateful to you for doing that hard work of scrolling . Check out my INSTAGRAM & TWITTER accounts too. And also, you can get to know me at my FACEBOOK PAGE & PINTEREST. They too are at the bottom . 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