Sikkim—Where gods and orchids dwell in the fog

 

If small is beautiful, and the Himalayas exotic and mystical,

Sikkim is small and is in the Himalayas.

High on this “crested land”, the abode of gods,

The clash of cymbals and the drone of blowing horns

Awake the heavens to heed to the sibilant whispers of prayer flags.

It’s a land where an evening stealthily climbs up the mountains

And at dawn silence wakes you up.

It’s a land where carpet of algae cushions the footsteps of rain,

Where orchids graze in wild abandon to the scent of damp earth.

It’s as enigmatic as its spiraling roads ascending into the clouds.

With mountain peaks draped in white satin of fog,

Snow-fed rivers and streams rolled out on lush greenery,

And meadows dappled with placid lakes,

Sikkim’s ecological feathers are too bright to lay snug.

Everything in Sikkim work together to steal—

To steal the hearts of the visitors.