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Home is where your heart is, and my heart is in Darjeeling. Though I am from Kalimpong, but every time when I visit Darjeeling, I feel like not returning back. I like the smell of Dareeling, the dry cold Kanchenjunga winds that swirls around and makes the flags to flutter, begins its day by picking up the aroma of tea bushes. The freezing cold air as one sniffs in, chills the nostrils, leaving vapours of hot breathe while patting and mounting the steep uphill, this is what home smells like. It’s so cozy there I never understood why I am so infatuated with Darjeeling until I fell into love with the mesmerising scenic beauty of the land.