Camphor In Darjeeling
The forest mesmerized me. Various types and species of beautiful trees are hiding and also shading us from the heat. Leaves flutter in the breeze and small branches also shake sometimes. Some unseen power is at work here. Even hairs on the head fly with the wind. Butterflies try to sit on my hair, perhaps they are also confused, and a surprised grasshoper jumps at every step we take. Thorns catch us by our clothes saying stay here a while. There is no track of any kind in the forest.