Yes, I am always reminded of this song as I travel across the greens of North Bengal ❤️
As the monsoon clouds gather over North Bengal, it feels as if Mother Nature herself has dipped her brush in emerald hues and painted the hills, valleys, and forests with renewed vigor.
North Bengal, cradled in the foothills of the Himalayas, welcomes the monsoon with open arms. The leaves shimmer, the rivers swell, and the fragrance of wet soil permeates the atmosphere. It's a symphony of life—a reminder that nature's cycles continue, undeterred by human concerns.
As I wander through tea gardens and mist-covered villages, I'm struck by the vibrant greenery. It's not just a color; it's a feeling—an embodiment of vitality.
The raindrops fall gently, like whispered secrets. The temperature hovers in that sweet spot—neither too hot nor too cold. Each droplet seems to carry stories—the laughter of children playing in puddles, the whispered promises of lovers seeking shelter under ancient trees.
As I walk along winding paths, I contemplate life's mysteries. The monsoon mirrors my emotions—the sudden downpours of joy, the thunderstorms of sorrow, and the quiet drizzles of introspection. Perhaps North Bengal's monsoon is an invitation—to pause, reflect, and find solace in the rhythm of raindrops.
As the rain continues to fall, I realize that this journey isn't just about the external landscape; it's an inner exploration—an immersion in the beauty of both nature and self.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written! You've captured the essence of North Bengal's monsoon season so vividly.Your writing is like a poem so lyrical and evocative- I felt like I was right there with you in the hills and valleys.