A Peak from the Roads of Dooars : Down the Off-side

"THE LITTLE TOWN MIDST THE WOODS"

The journey at Dooars brought little its and bits along with it as we started ascending the foothills of the great range through the deciduous foliage. One of those cherishable recollections was this small town midst the woody ranges.
We had to halt at this area in order to reach our destination. At the marketplace of this town which is also supposed to be the last place where network is available, the rest of the trip is supposed to be with dead phones until you again retrieve back to the spot. Since, we did not have a charted plan to roam around, we instinctively decided to take the short hike towards the Buxa Fort from there which is around 5 km down the hilly road. The clicks of hiking towards through the forest and the mesmerizing beauty of the woods is in the last post of the 'Dooars Diaries'.

A bit off-side from the busy route, amidst the forests, rests this small metropolis with its people living in harmony with the surrounding beings. Accepting the in-between interventions the occupants and the forests holds trust towards each other. There lies an immutable bond that the dwellers of this little town shares with the encircling mountains and woods. The unspoken binding between the two for over generations remains unaltered.

Dooars clicks.

CANON EOS 1100D

02.20.2020

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