KhepiAri

(After writing for almost three years every month I feel really happy to present the 100th blogpost.  I am not a very well versed or smart blogger here yet to have found readers and becoming good friends with them matters a lot to me. Every experience or event that has happened in last three years has found its place in my blog. Like all the experiences I have shared and the twisted misadventures or ramblings have found place here. To all my reader friends the final part of the travel series comes in words) Everyone has a desire, a wish and a dream to look out for. Whenever my friends spoke about their summer vacation trips I would often bite my lips as I had no story to tell. Four of my summer vacations were spent cooped up in a rickety building which is an insult to architecture in city of joy. When my best friends would happily chant about their trip to Goa or Puri I would imagine them in the calm blue playing with foam of sea. Every time I retraced the old albums I would

(Finally my graduation exams are dealt and forgotten and I am hooked with world cup. Today we present blogpost 99 of the travel series. This is about the short trip which my elder sister treated me with, before exams. Since you have read I was so frustrated and irritated that it compelled my sister and brother-in-law to treat me to a pleasure trip. We took this short trip to Darjeeling, the world famous hub of tea) After the general elections on 24 th April, my sister and me we were seated on the train to our destination Darjeeling. This trip was something of a secret mission on part of my elder sister and mom. As we took this trip in whispers, my maternal grandmaD and grandpaD were misinformed and kept in dark. To them we were going to Phuntsholing for picnic. My sister who is apple of the eye for my grandparents lied to them like Yudhirster lied to Guru Dron for my sake. We reached Shiliguri station early in the morning and soon we were in our private taxi a