A few months ago on a spiritual sojourn to Bodh Gaya, forces of the universe conspired to further my journey into the landlocked state of Sikkim! And was i smitten? Sample this: To wake up on Diwali day and realize the meaning of the phrase "festival of lights" as being the silent golden glow of the first rays of the sun bounce off the lording massif of Mt. Kanchendzonga! Not to be outdone, equally stunning are her lovely sisters, the peaks of Kabru, Pandim, Simvo, Narsing. Isn't this what some people called nirvana? And ofcourse the innumerable walks and hikes that one can take in almost wherever one is located far from the hustle bustle of the capital. Here are some snapshots to share with you from somewhere in West Sikkim. 
