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Biting into hot steamy Momos, with a lipsmacking, spicy chutney, in the lap of the majestic mountains are the stuffs dreams are made of. Momos are dumplings native to Tibet, Nepal, Bhutan, and the Himalayan states of India. My love affair with the Momos began when I was already having an affair with Darjeeling and the regal Himalayas. Today I have a long tale of an early romance and of unleashed memories.
We eagerly waited, as we drove up the winding roads with frequent hair-pin bends surrounded by the calm and the strength of the Himalayas. If we looked on the side, the heart skipped a few beats to see beyond the roads. I did not dare to. But still there was peace. That is what the mountains do to me. They stand, they surround, they whisper the immense strength and the beauty of life. If we were lucky enough, we got a driver who would chatter and joke and keep our minds off the deep deep nothingness, on both sides of the roads. They were seasoned to this; they drove up and down every day. That we visited almost every year and knew the little towns along the way from the little foothill town of Siliguri to Darjeeling, which was way high up, where the clouds will kiss the pink cheeks of the cute little Nepali kids and the brushes arms with tall trees and rooftops, did not make us “seasoned”. Those few hours still made my stomach have a million butterflies – a little fear, a little excitement and then there were Momos.