This centre of Heaven

This core of the Earth

This Heart of the World

Fenced Round with snow!!

Arrivals of the first flush in Darjeeling floods the heart and mind
with lucid, impressionistic visions. It is bliss perceived through a
swirling haze, shades of dramatically deep reds, pinks and purples at
dawn and fluctuating reflections of an assertive Himalayan aloofness.
But more than anything else, it is a reminder that the life of the
spirit flowers most variously in the rare mountain air where the
notion of swift - paced time is quietly overthrown amongst the
muscatel tea bushes.


Tea, more than Everest or Kanchenjunga, has given Darjeeling a
distinctive renown. This is quite in the order of things. While the
Himalayas are certainly not the exclusive preserve of this most
celebrated of Indian hill stations, its delicately - flavored, fresh
young tea cannot be grown anywhere else. Darjeeling tea has won and
kept a great paramount reputation as nutty and Muscat - like and among
the black teas it is acknowledged as the golden mean against which all
lesser brews are graded.

Sorry to use the list this way.

I received a mass-mailed post from you containing a very pretty but OT
picture and promotional message. Replies to sender and two apparently
related CC addresses were rejected.

Sorry, Ankit Lochan, but UCE=spam. Harvesting private addresses from
groups like this is not polite. And shipping large, unsolicited files
when many recipients are on dial-up or pay per unit time/bandwidth is
abusive. If you're trying to promote business, international amity or
just a circle of friends, please respect group boundaries.

-DM