Kalimpong Motorcycle diaries

 "Philip Bhai ko Garage", can be found in Kalimpong, at the intersection of pathways famously known as Bar-Bot, Bong Bustee. Our own life intersected with Philip's when he was a small child. Since then, he has been our brother. He has a remarkable story of survival, fortitude, and resilience. 

Today, surpassing his challenges, he has found a space of his own. He is popularly known in the town of Kalimpong for his motorcycle repair and makeover skills. 

Catching up with the "You-Tube" fad of sharing skills and advice, Philip has a "Tutorials for two-wheelers" channel, which I came across by chance! He embellishes some of the tutorial videos with songs and music of his own, and the roar of engines gets tuned to the melody of the guitar.

Sharing this as my own bookmark and for my readers!










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