The Beautiful moon lit night at Temi Bunglow did evoke emotions which defied words.
The sky was utter cerulean adorned with stars and from time to time the misty clouds were kissing the moon playing hide and seek.
The sense of disbelief as to how nature could be so much in its beauteous best did turn the evening into a long night of friendship bonding and fun banters that renounced life”s imprisonments.
“Laughing with moon mother,
Were we mingling with constellations or
Surely we were dreaming.
“The stars in the sky
Nature fireworks set to fly
The groups there bearing high
Amazing & absolute in the happiness that flowed “.
While the lookout deck at Temi necked itself into the hollows of the mountains below – the Bunglow stood in all It’s glory
—with the scattered lamps lit in its own poetry while the makeshift dancing floor had a huddle of ladies & gents doing the moves to a Spanish number. The Guitar played our favourite tunes
sporting Cliff Richard”s runes.
The Bunglow was alive with the lively chatters .
It stood as a Majestic portrait of a Sikkimese legacy ..
Watching The Night sky in the Wooden hallway
We Thought That We Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft