The situation seems grim in the hills with low food supplies and no internet.
Surya S Raju
We came through the Mumbai Airport gates with a smile on our faces at having come home, but also an acute sense of sadness of parting from the places and people we had been parted from. The night before... We found a petit bistro named Bakers Cafe that served local bread, wine and coffee. It had started to drizzle outside, little lights on the street and shops made the road seem like a street magic fair.
There are many places that you may like, some that you may end up falling in love with, but there is only a handful that can actually connect to. You know the feeling of belonging somewhere, the feeling that it is your home? This is what I felt when I visited North Sikkim.