In the soaring heat of the summer of 19, I decided to take a flight to the beautiful northeastern city of Darjeeling. Starting from a boiling 40 degrees in Ahmedabad I landed in Bagdogra and began my journey upwards. From the plain highways, the roads soon coiled around the mountains. A few feet later, as the woolens were out, it was finally soothing to peep my head out of the window and let the breeze tangle my hair. After going around plenty of hills, the city finally started to appear and within no time I was in the streets of this beautiful city known as 'The queen of hills'. I rushed to the room, just to slide the curtains away to take in the pleasure of facing a beautiful view in the mountains. That's when the gorgeous terrace garden caught my sight, I paved my way through the hotel lobby through a maze of places to finally arrive at the terrace. A beautiful sunset and an astounding view of the city welcomed me as I sipped my tea for till the sun had set.