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12 Days of Christmas Holiday In Sikkim Himalaya

On the 1st Day of Christmas I trekked in the Sikkim high mountains along the tortuous but exhilarating track of the heavenly Himalaya. On the 2nd Day of Christmas I reached an idyllic hospitable hamlet, cradled picturesquely in the deeply cut green emerald valley of the heavenly Himalaya. On the 3rd Day of Christmas I ambled through the pine and spruce thicket, that reminded me of the Christmas time I spent at home. They gracefully stood tall and erect on the sloping ground of the heavenly Himalaya. On the 4th Day of Christmas I got up early in the morning, saw the scarlet sun splash gold on the Kanchenjungha peak of the heavenly Himalaya. On the 5th Day of Christmas I saw the turquoise night descend on the snow-clad peaks with silver sequins to shine, and my joy reached the great heights of the heavenly Himalaya. On the 6th Day of Christmas I reached a creviced indigo glacier. The cascade of ice crept imperceptively in the U-shaped valley of the heavenly Himalaya. On the 7th Day of Christmas I stood on the shore of a transparent blue lake, reflecting the shade of the spotless azure sky of the heavenly Himalaya. On the 8th Day of Christmas I walked up the hill up to the towering Shivling, the static symbol of God. Saw enthralled its magnificent divine image on the calm lake of the heavenly Himalaya. On the 9th Day of Christmas I saw a flock of yak slowly climb the steep slope. They dislodged the loose boulders that made rolling rocky music that echoed in the valley of the heavenly Himalaya, On the 10th Day of Christmas I saw a red-breasted rapturous robin fly out of the ticket, the wings fluttered in the flow of the fresh mountain breeze of the heavenly Himalaya, On the 11th day of Christmas I crossed a slim stream surging on sculpted rock. The splashing water made leaping pearls in the dulcet domain of the heavenly Himalaya. On the 12th Day of Christmas I sat still by the lonesome lake, got immersed deep in the sublime state of meditation, felt the divine touch in the silence of the heavenly Himalaya.

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