On our last morning in Sikkim, we woke up to a cluster of tinted windows delineated with a fine sheen of sugary snow . The smiles on our faces and the wonder in our eyes didn’t leave our faces for a long time. With the boots Yangchen had so graciously let us borrow, we trekked for hours on an end in the snow, stopping every once in a while to ogle at the cute guys selling rum and spicy channa. Nothing however, could have prepared us for the surreal drama that was Yumthang. Snowflakes waltzed in front of us, over our heads, atop our noses, before carelessly landing on our mouths. It was the perfect end to the journey, as the snow melted on our tongues, frosty one second and watery candy, the next. Our souls swooned as we realised it was an unbidden, wondrous orchestration. The Kangchenjunga was slowly draping itself in white, adorned by the prayer flags that fluttered with the breeze in the horizon, as the snow shimmered like a thousand little suns.
All the pictures are sourced from @sonalikad.