An ode to “Darjeeling”: Queen of the Eastern Himalayas
When the HR department in my new organization asked me to contribute something about myself in the organization's HR newsletter, I could not think of a better topic than my hometown Darjeeling. No matter where I go, I carry a bit of Darjeeling in me. My childhood years of growing-up in the hills are some of the most precious memories for me. Since there was already a short poem on Darjeeling in this blog, I worked on a few more stanzas and completed the poem. The newer version of the poem spans different seasons of the year, and various times of the day in Darjeeling. The poem is a tapestry of my childhood memories. So here it goes... An ode to “Darjeeling”: Queen of the Eastern Himalayas My heart, stuck by a pin on your mountain-scape; My mind, drifts on the wings of your mist. My eyes, scan the stretch of your rolling hills; My skin, with your frosty touch is kissed! You, like a feisty bride in e...