Gangtok Chronicles: Frames Beyond Time
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These Gangtok Chronicles, captured by Bharat Bhushan Upadhyay‘s lens, reveal the timeless essence of a region where mountains, mist, and memories, made long before hashtags, forever hold their original light.
Some photographs age the way mountains do—weathered at the edges, but still holding the light that first touched them.
These frames from Gangtok and the roads beyond were made long before hashtags, when travel meant windburned cheeks and film rolls tucked in jackets.
At Nathula Pass, my girls in thick gloves reached out and a uniformed guard leaned in to greet them—a small warmth held above the snow.
A ridge painted with Mera Bharat Mahan caught my eye next; not a slogan so much as a shout of belonging flung into the sky.
Prayer flags. Thin air. Click.
We paused at Baba Harbhajan Saheb Mandir, where stories of a soldier remembered like a guardian drift with the mist; people still speak to him, and he is always listening.
On the way down, schoolboys in maroon robes passed us, dust and laughter in their wake.
By Tsomgo Lake, a yak stood dressed for company, prayer flags snapping behind him.
Click. Click. Click.
Years later, these pictures feel less like souvenirs and more like conversations the mountains had
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