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Enchanting North East India: Ahmedabad’s Tours by Package

The North East of India is a mesmerizing tapestry of lush landscapes, vibrant cultures, and rich traditions a visit to this magical locality would do just fine. The North East is full of different experiences that cater for all types of travelers–from serene valleys and grand mountains to busy markets and old monasteries. We are going to find out why you should visit north east tour packages from ahmedabad. Explore the best travels company in ahmedabad from Ahmedabad.

Why Choose North East India?

Frequently referred to as the “Seven Sisters and One Brother,” the North East region consists of eight states, including Assam, Arunachal Pradesh, Manipur, Meghalaya, Mizoram, Nagaland, Sikkim, and Tripura. One of the things that are acknowledged about this area is its marvelous scenery, numerous societies and friendly people. Below are some highlights for your trip to North East India:

1. Northeastern India has beautiful landscapes. These landscapes are so beautiful that they attract people who love natural beauty although the same might make tourists not want to leave.

2. Rich culture and Traditions: Every state has its own specific culture and traditions. In Assam, the festival of Bihu and the Hornbill festival in Nagaland and the Losar festival in Sikkim show the varied cultures in one place.

3. Adventure Activities: The North East offers numerous adventure activities you can involve in to fill your love for thrill seeking, such as trekking, river rafting, and wildlife safaris.

4. Peace and Tranquility are found in the North East, away from the crowded places that are full of tourists and people who have come for holiday. It is a place which is very calm in nature hence being perfect for recuperating from your tiredness.

Popular Destinations in North East India

1. Perplexity is reduced and burstiness is increased in this way “Shillong, Meghalaya: Often referred to as “Scotland of the East,” Shillong is well known for its beautiful hills, water bodies and cool weather which it experiences. Among the notable tourist destinations there are Umiam Lake, Elephanta Falls as well as Shillong Peak.

2. This capital city is named Gangtok, located in Sikkim. The Himalayas can be observed from Gangtok in one of the most stunning views across all cities with these mountains around them. Key attractions include Tsomgo Lake, Nathula Pass, and Rumtek Monastery.

3. Kaziranga National Park also referred to as Kaziranga is on the east shore of Assam, India. It holds a UNESCO World legacy site status because it accommodates various types of species such as single horn rhinoceroses, tigers just to mention but a few among others. The park provides exciting jeep and elephant rides that often leave visitors breathless.

4. Tawang, Arunachal Pradesh: known for its beautiful monasteries and its famous Tawang Monastery, Tawang also has scenic landscapes which make it ideal for ones who find spiritual peace in natural splendor.

5. The state famed for its ubiquitous living root bridges and earth’s sources of the highest amount of rain is Cherrapunji in Meghalaya. It is one place with these incredible wonders of nature which you will never forget.

Best North East Tour Packages from Ahmedabad

These curated tour packages provide you with in depth experiences of Northeast India from Ahmedabad:

1. Mystical Meghalaya Tour

Uncover the enchanting beauty of Northeast India on our meticulously designed 7-night, 8-day adventure. Explore Sikkim, Gangtok, Lachung, Yumthang Valley, Pelling, and Darjeeling, witnessing majestic mountains, cascading waterfalls, vibrant flower displays, and sacred monasteries. Embark on thrilling hikes and sightseeing excursions, experiencing the captivating culture and breathtaking landscapes of this unforgettable region.

2. Sikkim and Darjeeling Delight

Explore the wonders of Northeast India on our action-packed 6-night, 7-day itinerary. Discover Tsomgo Lake, Baba Mandir, Yumthang Valley, and Pelling, all while experiencing the region’s rich cultural heritage and dramatic landscapes. This comprehensive package includes transportation, meals, and comfortable accommodations, ensuring a stress-free and unforgettable adventure.

Conclusion

Yashvi Tours And Travels a travel agency in gandhinagar offers customizing North East India tour packages from Ahmedabad. For an unforgettable experience filled with natural beauty, cultural richness, and thrilling adventures. Whether you are a nature lover, a cultural enthusiast, or an adventure seeker, the North East has something to offer everyone.

We provide customized tours and travel packages for international trip packagesanddomestic tour packages from gandhinagar to ensure your trip is tailored to your preferences and interests. Embark on a magical journey to the North East and create memories that will last a lifetime!

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"Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you?"

Jack Whitman x Fem Reader.

Summary: You go on an impromptu trip to India via train despite your family's detests and meet a man that catches your eye.  

Warnings: 18+ mdni. Bathroom quickie, vaginal sex, pantie stealing, thigh kissing, soft Mdom,(very soft mdom) aftercare, (of course!!!) the lack of protection (wrap it up!!) 

word count: 1,998

As I try to get settled on the train, named the Darjeeling limited, on its way to india i look around your surroundings. I look around to see people talking, mouthwatering desserts, and beautiful skies. The sun is hitting the windows perfectly, I can feel it radiating on to the nape of my neck.  

Before I left, I tried my best to explain to my family why exactly I was leaving to explore India. They didn't understand why i needed to go, and to go alone, without a determined time frame of when i was coming home if ever. I have gotten so many speeches on why your impromptu trip was ‘immature’ it was of me and how i ‘know better.' I took all the flying insults and proclivities and put them in my back pocket to think about later when I was alone and finally had the time to think coherent thoughts.  

The trip was so impromptu that I didn't have the time to save up for anything but the train ride. Snacks are piled high in a small purse, so I don't go hungry. The little crinkles of the bags of chips and gas station pastries put a bullseye on me for judgmental stares and eyerolls.  

I look around and look back into the eyes that are staring down at me. I memorized their eye colors and how their necks wrinkled when they turned them around to look at me. I had nicknames for them based on the clothes they were wearing and how subtle they were when they wanted to stare at strangers.  

A band of what I assume were brothers caught my eye. The way they looked at each other and the pitch they used when berating each other gave it away. The leader of the group, whom I presume is the oldest, looked to be pretty roughed up. His head was wrapped in a bandage with a few band-aids littering his bruised face. The aura of the oldest was very self-assured. I noticed when he talked, he was missing a tooth. I felt bad for the man, but from what I can tell, he could give less of a shit that he was injured because what elaborate plan, he is conjuring up is much more important than a few cuts and bruises.  

The middle brother, who was adorned in sunglasses, sat there listening to his brother not wanting to entertain his antics. Although he and his brother are the same height, he sat up taller and had an attitude that made him seem much taller than his older brother. The taller one looked at his other brother, who was much shorter and much more disinterested in what the oldest was planning, from time to time with annoyance.  

Midway through analyzing these men's body language and trying to picture what burdens were holding them down, I took full notice of the youngest brother. He looked over at me and gave me a sly smirk. His eyes sparkled in the sunlight. A cigarette hung from his soft lips. He had a mustache that was perfectly groomed, that told me everything I needed to know.  

I could tell he was the type to care deeply about things. The man seemed like the sensitive type. I can imagine him rereading books and vinyl records littering the ground of his room. I wondered how his hands would feel brushing through my hair and the kind of poetry he found romantic. I wanted to know what music he listened to when he was sad, or what music he listened to and saw a future of slow dancing in kitchens. I got one glance out of him, and I already needed to know him in a deep and intimate way.  

Just like the man wrapped in bandages, I had an elaborate plan. I got up from my seat, flattened my skirt, and walked right past him to the restroom. I needed him to see me up close, to see how my hips sway, and hear the soft taps of my shoes. Before I opened the door, I turned to him and gave him his smirk back. All I did there was fluff my hair and fix my dark red lipstick. I made sure my vest was clean of crumbs along with the corners of my mouth, then I washed my hands so people don't think I'm nasty for not. I walked out to find him gone. My body melted a little bit. Did he find my attempt at flirting too much? Did I run him off? Was that smirk not for me? 

I walk back to my seat with a frog in my throat. I tried to hold it all back, until I saw him in the seat next to mine. I perked up, maybe a bit too much. I straightened my posture and sat back in my seat, flatting my skirt under me.  

I gave him a soft “hi.” maybe too soft of one, it embarrassed me how quietly i said it so looked down at my lap until he spoke up. 

“Do you like Kafka? I saw it poking out of our bag” 

My head pokes up, “yeah—I do, i actually adore his writing. Do—do you like Kafka?” 

He lights a cigarette, inhales, and blows smoke away from me. “Yes. why are you here?” 

“I wish I knew. I did it to do it. Why are you here?” 

“My brother dragged me here—Something about family bonding.” 

“I could have guessed.” 

He told me his name was Jack Whitman. We sat there talking for the whole night. He told me about his parents and this girl he dated back in Paris. I told him about how my family reacted before I left and about the analyses I made on the train. I read him my writings and read me his. I learned we both like Peter Sarstedt and philosophical conversations. It hit nighttime too quickly and I said my goodnights before I settled into my bunk.  

I tossed and turned as I stayed up with the thoughts of only jack. I finally thought of getting up and going to find him. I slid the door open to see him outside of my door. 

“Meet me in the restroom.” I stood there frozen in a mix of disbelief and excitement as he walked away to our meeting spot. I did a quick run to my bag by the mirror to get one good spritz of my favorite perfume and to fluff my hair. 

I nervously made my way to the door; I didn't even get to knock on it before he pulled me and enveloped me in a deep kiss. It was passionate, but he made sure not to be too rough or too sloppy. He tasted like cigarettes and coffee, which only fueled my arousal. He held me close with one arm around my waist and the other on my upper back. My hands happily explored his hair. I played with the soft hair that fell on his face, I pushed it back for him for more skin for me to touch. Jack's hands, eager to feel more of me, plays with the hem of the shirt I wore to bed. His palms lay flat on my hips, guiding them to collide with his.  

As my arousal peaks, my grip on his hair tightens. The harder I grab, the harder he grinds into me. We exchange little gasps of pleasure into one another's mouths. The feeling of him against me makes my knees weak. I tuck my head into the curve of his neck as he attacks the curve of mine. I try my best to stay quiet and not to wake the other passengers on the train. Jack notices my knees are becoming weaker and weaker, to which he grabs my hips and lifts me to sit on the sink counter.  

His mouth explores me further. I begin to lift my shirt over my head but only for him to push my hands away and lift it for me. His hands roam my hips and brushes over my hardened nipples. I arch my back into him to quietly encourage his exploration. He stifles a laugh at my eagerness to being touched. His head dips down to kiss my inner thighs. Jack holds me delicately. In between my heavy breathing, i let out a little moans. They grow louder as every second passes and my arousal builds up. 

He looks up at me with blown out pupils and wet lips. “I love hearing you, but your gonna have to be quiet for me, darling.” his fingers hook around the waist of my shorts. “We would want anyone to hear what where doing, now would we?” 

Jack takes off my shorts and pockets my panties. I smirk at this. I find it incredibly hot that he wants a souvenir to remember this moment. I look down at his cock as he slides into me. He guides my head up. “Look at me as I fuck you.” 

When he bottomed out in me, he made sure i had time to adjust to his size. He mouthed out “ready?” and I nodded out yes. He starts out slowly. Our bodies collided making a soft slapping sound. Jacks hand slides from my hip, up my torso, to my neck, and gripping my cheeks. He held my face in place to make sure I was looking at him as he speeds up his pace. My mouth hangs open and my eyes tighten shut. 

“You look so beautiful, now keep your eyes open for me, pretty girl.” His hand moves from my face to push the hair from my eyes. He softly caresses my cheek and lays a soft kiss on my temple before placing his hand on the mirror behind me for balance. I grind my hips into his. I can feel that white hot sensation building up deliciously in my stomach. 

“Jack---don't stop. I'm so fucking close.” 

He dips his fingers in my mouth for me to suck. When he took them out, he used my spit on his fingers to rub my clit to push me to orgasm. I could tell he actually knew how women worked. The bundle in my stomach snapped as I came. It was just the feeling of him rubbing my clit that made me cum, it was the fact he used my own spit that set me off.  

As I was coming down, I realized we had cum together. I found it entirely endearing that my orgasm set off his. I think we are eternally bonded because of that.  

He put his pants back on and when he came back, I laid my head on his chest, breathing in his scent. Jack brushes down my hair with fingers and kisses the crown of my head. He stayed there drawing hearts with his fingers on my back. Even though this was just a quickie, he made sure I had some sort of aftercare. He didn't speak a peep about getting dressed and leaving the restroom until I did. 

“We should probably go back.” i said looking up at him. 

“We don't have to if you aren't ready yet.” 

I smile at his consideration. “I'll be fine. ----I promises.” 

He smiled and mouthed okay before helping me down and getting me dressed, keeping my panties. When he opened the door, he made sure to look around to make sure no one was there. We walked out of the room in hurry and giggling. When he dropped me off by my door, I gave him a kiss goodnight and wished him sweet dreams. I closed the door and smiled to myself. The sleep I got that night was the best sleep I have ever had. 

As for jack, his brothers knew what he did just by the dumb smile he had when he came back.

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Ties That Bind I

So, let’s talk Black Butler II. I know it’s the odd one out—non-canon, polarizing, and often overlooked—but I can’t help but love it. There’s something about its dark themes, Alois’ desperate search for love amidst his trauma, and the intricate way it ties everything together that sticks with me. And Claude Faustus? Twisted, detached, and fascinating in all the best (and worst) ways.

This brings me to my OC, Chasan—a mute angel drawn into the tangled web of this story. I don’t know exactly where this fanfiction will take me yet, but sometimes you just need to let the words out and see where they land.

I’ll be exploring this mix of despair, desire, and detachment in a way that feels right for me, so expect snippets, musings, and maybe more as the story unfolds. Here’s to diving headfirst into this beautifully dark world. Let’s see what comes of it.

Read below (960 words)

Intro: The Spider in the Morning The first rays of dawn barely pierced the heavy drapery of Trancy Manor, their golden light suffocated by the shadows that clung stubbornly to every corner. The air was thick with a sense of unrest, a quiet tension that had become as much a fixture of the manor as the spiderweb filigree adorning its furnishings.

Claude Faustus ascended the grand staircase with measured steps, a silver tray balanced effortlessly in one hand. The other adjusted his glasses, their golden rims gleaming faintly. On the tray sat a porcelain teapot, a single cup, and a dish of cream, all arranged with the same precision that governed every action the demon butler performed. Yet beneath his immaculate façade, irritation festered—a persistent thorn embedded in his pride.

The master of this house had become insufferable. Alois Trancy’s erratic nature had grown even more unhinged since Claude’s failed attempt to sever their contract. It was a bond that should have dissolved when Alois’s fixation on Ciel Phantomhive derailed their shared purpose. But the boy’s desperate wish, driven by a need to bind Claude to him, persisted. That wish kept the threads of their twisted relationship intact, much to Claude’s chagrin.

When he reached the door to Alois’s chambers, Claude paused. He could hear the restless rustle of sheets, a sharp inhale, and a muffled groan of pain. No doubt the wound Alois had sustained in his duel with Phantomhive still troubled him. Yet the boy’s agony evoked no sympathy from Claude—only a cold satisfaction that he masked with perfection.

With a flick of his wrist, the door opened, and Claude stepped inside.

Alois lay sprawled on the bed, his frail form barely filling the vast expanse of silk sheets. His pale skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, and his golden hair clung to his forehead in damp curls. The moment his sapphire eyes met Claude’s amber ones, they burned with a fiery mixture of anger and desperation.

“You’re late!” Alois’s voice cracked, sharp and petulant, though he knew Claude’s punctuality was unerring.

Claude closed the door behind him with the quiet finality of a tomb. “Good morning, Your Highness.” His voice, smooth as polished glass, betrayed none of the disdain curling in his chest.

He approached the bedside table, setting the tray down with a delicate clink. Without waiting for acknowledgment, Claude poured tea into the waiting cup, steam curling like ghostly tendrils. He turned and offered it to Alois, who sat up with a pained grimace.

Alois snatched the cup, glaring at Claude over its rim. “Don’t act like everything’s normal, Claude. I know you hate being here.”

Claude’s golden eyes betrayed no emotion as he adjusted his glasses. “Your tea is prepared to your exact specifications, Your Highness. A blend of Darjeeling and Assam.”

“Oh, shut up!” Alois slammed the cup down, tea sloshing over the delicate rim. “Do you think I don’t know? You want to run off to that damn Phantomhive brat, don’t you? Still thinking about his bloody soul, aren’t you?”

“Your Highness’s imagination is as vivid as ever,” Claude said, his tone impeccably neutral.

Alois flung back the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his nightshirt slipping off one shoulder. He winced, clutching his side where the bandages peeked through the silk. His voice dropped, trembling with suppressed emotion. “You tried to kill me, Claude.”

“And yet Your Highness remains here, alive and well,” Claude replied, his words carefully measured and refusing to let his disdain slip through it.

Alois laughed bitterly, the sound raw and uneven. “Alive, but only because you couldn’t finish the job. Admit it—you’re stuck with me, bound like a spider in its own web.”

Claude turned toward the window, ignoring the sharp twist in his gut as he pulled the curtains open. Sunlight poured into the room, harsh and revealing. Alois shielded his eyes with a dramatic groan, but Claude’s attention was elsewhere. His gaze swept over the grounds beyond, pausing briefly at the edge of the forest where shadows clung unnaturally to the trees.

“What’s on the agenda today?” Alois’s tone shifted abruptly, feigned nonchalance poorly masking his need for engagement. “There is nothing scheduled for today, Your Highness.”

Alois perked up, his eyes gleaming with sudden, manic energy. “Nothing? A whole damn day to myself? Oh, the possibilities!” He rose unsteadily, pacing toward the window with a frenetic bounce in his step. “Maybe I’ll hunt something. Or set something on fire. What do you think, Claude? What would entertain me?”

Claude didn’t answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the treeline, where he thought—just for an instant—he’d seen a figure. A flicker of movement, a glint of grey eyes. But the shadows held their secrets, and the presence was gone before he could focus.

“Claude!” Alois’s voice snapped him back, sharp and demanding. “Are you even listening? Or are you thinking about him again?”

Claude turned, bowing slightly. “Your Highness has my undivided attention.”

Alois’s expression hardened, his lips curling into a sneer. “Good. Remember that.” He stalked past Claude, his movements uneven but full of purpose. “I think I’ll find something to break. Or someone. Let’s see how far I can push you then before you finally snap.”

Claude inclined his head, his voice calm. “As you wish, Your Highness.”

Alois moved toward the door, his energy as erratic as his thoughts. Yet Claude lingered by the window, his golden eyes narrowing as they scanned the forest once more. The unease simmering beneath his perfect surface refused to dissipate.

Unseen, from the shadows of the trees, grey eyes watched the manor with quiet intensity. A faint breeze rustled the leaves, carrying a whisper of something ancient and foreboding.

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Ginger: What Brighten’s your OC’s Day?

I’d say there are a good handful of ways to accomplish this for them!

- A nice cup of coffee

-Being able to take some time to visit friends

-spending time in their garden or tending to the plants they like to grow

-Exploring and investigating various things and places within the Neath

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Darjeeling: Where does your OC feel most at home?

The closest they feel to being “At home” would likely be any time they’re pursuing a case or an investigation. Being able to piece together the truth of a mystery always tends to feel comfortingly familiar to them, they feel most in their element doing this. If they aren’t investigating, they’d also feel most at home among the Horticultural Society, growing a variety of plants and other strange and fascinating types of things

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Last night's winner was Twinings Darjeeling

This tea is smoooooooth oh so smooth at first sip! Light in body and with a bit of grassiness, yet still a black tea. It has a warm, slightly earthy quality, and it has a depth you want to savor. It's slightly astringent and feels like there are more layers you want to keep seeking and hold the tea on your palate to find them. All this said, there isn't a single stand-out flavor. This is a tea of exploration.

Tonight’s teas:

Decaf Irish Breakfast Buttermint Lady Grey Decaf English Breakfast Peruvian Cacao Puerh Fiji Island Coconut

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The Enchanting Tale of Indian Tea

The Enchanting Tale of Indian Tea

As we approach International Tea Day on March 21st, it's a perfect time to delve into the captivating history and rich culture of tea in India.

In a memorable scene from Bridgerton Season 2, Kate Sharma (played by Simone Ashley) crinkles her nose in distaste for English tea. Instead, she opts for a cup of masala tea, crushing cardamom to prepare it. This moment sparked a newfound appreciation for Indian tea across the internet. But what exactly is Indian tea, and can its diverse range of varieties be neatly categorized?

Unveiling the Tea Legacy

Tea garden workers in India

Tea has a deep-rooted history in China, where it was enjoyed for centuries before making its way to India. The British, known for their love of tea, sought to establish a trade route that would bypass China's tea monopoly. Recognizing tea's potential as a valuable commodity, they began exploring opportunities to cultivate it in other parts of the world.

In the early 19th century, the British East India Company turned its attention to India as a promising location for tea production. They began experimenting with different tea plant varieties and established tea gardens in various regions. One key figure in this endeavor was Robert Bruce, credited with discovering wild tea plants in Assam, northeastern India, in the early 1820s. This discovery laid the foundation for commercial tea cultivation in India.

A tea garden in Sikkim

Assam, with its favorable climate and soil conditions, proved to be an ideal region for tea production. The British started cultivating tea on a larger scale in Assam, and by the 1850s, Assam tea had gained recognition for its unique flavor and robust characteristics. This variety became a cornerstone of Indian tea production and is still highly regarded today.

Encouraged by the success of Assam, the British expanded tea cultivation to other parts of India. The regions of Darjeeling, Nilgiri, and Kangra soon emerged as prominent tea-growing areas, each producing teas with distinctive flavors and qualities.

Darjeeling, nestled in the foothills of the Himalayas, gained renown for its delicate and aromatic teas, while Nilgiri in southern India produced teas with a smooth and mellow character. Kangra, situated in the scenic state of Himachal Pradesh, also contributed to India's tea diversity with its flavorful and fragrant offerings.

Tea gardens make for quaint holiday spots

Here is a listing of some of the best regional varieties.

Assam Tea: Grown in the lush valleys of northeastern Assam, Assam tea is renowned for its strong, full-bodied flavor, malty notes, and bright reddish-brown liquor. Assam tea is often used as a base for breakfast blends and is favored by those who enjoy a robust and bold cup of tea.

Darjeeling Tea: Hailing from the picturesque Darjeeling region in the foothills of the Himalayas, Darjeeling tea is highly regarded for its exquisite flavor and aroma. Unlike most Indian teas, Darjeeling tea is crafted from the small-leaved Chinese variety of Camellia sinensis, giving it a unique flavor and profile.

Darjeeling tea was also the first Indian product to be awarded a Geographical Indication (GI) tag, recognizing its origin and protecting its identity.

Darjeeling tea commands a global repute

Often referred to as the "Champagne of Teas," Darjeeling tea is characterized by its light golden color, floral fragrance, and delicate muscatel taste. It is often enjoyed without milk and is cherished for its nuanced and refined profile.

Nilgiri Tea: Grown in the misty slopes of the Nilgiri Hills in southern India, Nilgiri tea offers a unique and smooth cup. It is known for its bright, brisk liquor, balanced flavor, and gentle floral notes. Nilgiri tea is versatile and can be enjoyed plain or with a touch of milk. It is often used in blends and is prized for its refreshing character.

Kangra Tea: Hailing from the scenic Kangra Valley in the state of Himachal Pradesh, Kangra tea is a lesser-known but highly regarded variety. It is appreciated for its delicate, floral aroma, gentle astringency, and subtle fruity undertones. Kangra tea leaves are carefully processed to preserve their delicate flavors, resulting in a tea that offers a refined and soothing drinking experience.

Preparation A Vast Variety

Despite the metamorphosis of chai and chai-tea, there is more to tea in India than masala chai. The diverse tea varieties produced in India cater to different tastes and preferences, offering a wide range of flavors, aromas, and strengths. Depending on preparation methods, here are a few more variations.

Kashmiri kahwa is a traditional aromatic green tea

Kashmiri Kahwa: Originating from the picturesque Kashmir Valley, Kashmiri Kahwa is a traditional aromatic green tea infused with saffron strands, cardamom pods, cinnamon, and sometimes almonds.

It has a delicate flavor profile, with a pleasant blend of spices and a slight sweetness. Kahwa is often served with crushed nuts and is cherished for its soothing and warming properties.

Munnar Tea: Munnar, located in the Western Ghats of Kerala, is famous for its tea plantations. Munnar tea is known for its bright, golden liquor, aromatic flavor, and crisp character. The tea gardens in Munnar produce a range of black, green, and white teas, each offering a distinct taste and aroma influenced by the region's unique climate and elevation.

Sikkim Temi Tea: Grown in the hills of Sikkim, Temi Tea is a specialty tea known for its exceptional quality. It is produced in limited quantities, making it highly sought after. Temi Tea features a smooth, mellow taste with a hint of fruitiness, floral notes, and bright amber liquor.

Bihar Tea: Bihar, a state in eastern India, is known for its tea cultivation, primarily in the regions of Kishanganj and Purnea. Bihar tea is admired for its well-rounded flavor, medium body, and pleasant aroma. The tea gardens in Bihar produce both black and green teas, providing a diverse range of options.

Kangra Green Tea: Apart from Kangra tea, which I mentioned earlier, the Kangra region of Himachal Pradesh is also renowned for its green tea production. Kangra green tea is known for its delicate and refreshing flavors, with a milder profile compared to its black tea counterpart. It offers vegetal notes, a light sweetness, and a pale liquor.

Manipur White Tea: Manipur, a northeastern state of India, is gaining recognition for its production of white teas. Manipur white tea is made from young tea buds and leaves, carefully handpicked and minimally processed. It offers a delicate, nuanced flavor with floral undertones and a slightly sweet aftertaste.

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Discover the Hidden Gems: Darjeeling Tour Package

Are you seeking an enchanting journey through lush tea gardens, serene monasteries, and breathtaking mountain vistas? Look no further than the captivating Darjeeling. Nestled in the lap of the Himalayas, Darjeeling offers an unforgettable experience for travelers seeking tranquility, adventure, and cultural immersion. In this comprehensive guide, we'll delve into the essence of Darjeeling and unveil the treasures awaiting your exploration.

1. Introduction to Darjeeling

Welcome to Darjeeling, the "Queen of the Hills." Situated in the Indian state of West Bengal, Darjeeling boasts a rich tapestry of diverse cultures, mesmerizing landscapes, and colonial charm. From its world-renowned tea estates to its vibrant Tibetan Buddhist monasteries, every corner of Darjeeling exudes a unique allure that beckons travelers from far and wide.

2. Exploring Darjeeling's Tea Gardens

Embark on a sensory journey through Darjeeling's verdant tea gardens, where the aroma of freshly brewed tea mingles with the cool mountain breeze. Tea tourism is a highlight of any Darjeeling tour package, offering visitors the opportunity to witness the intricate process of tea cultivation, plucking, and processing. Don't miss a visit to iconic estates like Happy Valley Tea Estate and Makaibari Tea Estate, where you can savor the finest Darjeeling tea while soaking in panoramic views of the surrounding hills.

3. Unraveling Darjeeling's Cultural Tapestry

Immerse yourself in Darjeeling's rich cultural heritage as you explore its vibrant markets, ancient temples, and ornate monasteries. The blend of Nepali, Tibetan, and Bengali influences lends a unique flavor to Darjeeling's cultural landscape. Pay a visit to the revered Mahakal Temple, stroll through the bustling streets of Chowk Bazaar, or witness the mystical chants of monks at Ghoom Monastery. Every encounter in Darjeeling promises to unveil a new facet of its diverse heritage.

4. Adventure Awaits: Trekking and Beyond

For thrill-seekers and nature enthusiasts, Darjeeling offers a plethora of adventure activities amidst its pristine wilderness. Lace up your hiking boots and embark on a trek to the breathtaking Singalila National Park, home to rare Himalayan flora and fauna. Alternatively, opt for a thrilling mountain biking expedition along scenic trails or indulge in paragliding to witness Darjeeling's panoramic vistas from above. Whatever your adventure preference, Darjeeling ensures an adrenaline-packed experience like no other.

5. Delving into Darjeeling's Culinary Delights

No trip to Darjeeling is complete without sampling its delectable culinary offerings. From steaming momos and hearty thukpas to fragrant Darjeeling tea-infused desserts, the region's gastronomic delights are sure to tantalize your taste buds. Head to iconic eateries like Glenary's and Keventer's for a taste of authentic Himalayan cuisine, or savor a traditional Nepali meal at a local homestay. Every meal in Darjeeling promises a delightful fusion of flavors that reflects the region's cultural diversity.

6. Planning Your Darjeeling Tour Package

Now that you've discovered the allure of Darjeeling, it's time to plan your dream getaway to this Himalayan paradise. When crafting your Darjeeling tour package, consider factors such as the duration of your stay, preferred activities, and budget constraints. Whether you opt for a guided tour or prefer to explore independently, ensure your itinerary includes must-visit attractions like Tiger Hill, Batasia Loop, and the Himalayan Mountaineering Institute. With careful planning and a spirit of adventure, your Darjeeling tour promises memories to last a lifetime.

7. Convenient Transportation: Car Rental in Darjeeling

Exploring the enchanting landscapes of Darjeeling becomes even more convenient with the option of car rental services. Whether you prefer the flexibility of self-driving or the comfort of a chauffeur-driven vehicle, car rental companies in Darjeeling offer a range of options to suit your needs.

Benefits of Car Rental:

Flexibility: With a rented car at your disposal, you have the freedom to explore Darjeeling at your own pace. From sunrise expeditions to leisurely drives through tea plantations, you can tailor your itinerary to suit your preferences.

Accessibility: Many of Darjeeling's hidden gems, such as remote monasteries and off-the-beaten-path viewpoints, may not be easily accessible by public transport. A rented car ensures you can reach these destinations with ease.

Comfort: Traveling in a private car provides a level of comfort and convenience, especially if you're traveling with family or friends. You can relax and enjoy the scenic journey without the constraints of crowded buses or shared taxis.

Choosing the Right Car Rental:

When selecting a car rental service in Darjeeling, consider factors such as the size of your travel group, the duration of your stay, and your budget. Opt for a reputable company that offers well-maintained vehicles and reliable customer service.

Exploring Darjeeling by Car:

Once you've secured your rental car, set out to explore the myriad attractions that Darjeeling has to offer. From iconic landmarks like the Darjeeling Himalayan Railway to hidden treasures like Lamahatta Eco Park, having a car allows you to discover the region's beauty at your own pace.

Tips for Safe Driving in Darjeeling:

Familiarize yourself with local traffic rules and regulations, especially if you're driving in hilly terrain.

Exercise caution on narrow mountain roads and be prepared for sharp turns and steep gradients.

Keep an eye out for wildlife, as encounters with monkeys and other animals are common in rural areas.

Consider hiring a local driver if you're not comfortable navigating the region's challenging terrain on your own.

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A Cup of Stars || Meera & Ariadne

TIMING: Current-ish, early this week LOCATION: Best Exotic Herbal Tea PARTIES: Meera @the-haunteang and Ariadne @ariadnewhitlock SUMMARY: Ariadne goes to explore the tea shop, and she and Meera talk. Ariadne tells Meera that she wants to take friends to the tea shop. It's soft. CONTENT WARNING: None

“Good morning!” Meera cheerfully greeted the woman that just entered her family shop, with a warm smile and an excited wave. The Best Exotic Herbal Tea Shop was supposedly one of the oldest businesses in the town of Wicked’s Rest, though its current owner, Meera, hadn’t really bothered to verify that information. To her, it was good enough that her grandmother had always spoken about it, included it in their age-old catalogs, and no one else has disputed the fact.

The Ghazi siblings, who usually manned the counter, were currently busy with other customers, so it was up to the usually reserved Meera to try and do her best not to get distracted by the ghost of a random relative just staring at her from the door, slightly behind the other woman. Years ago, it would have been quite the most jarring of sights. These days, however, she was getting used to it. “How can I help you?” 

Having more than one place to go and get tea wasn’t a bad thing, by any means. Supporting local shops was important - a belief that Ariadne had all on her own, but one that was certainly aided by the fact that her family had a business of their own that relied on support from the town in order for it to be successful.

“I - what is your favorite tea to get?” Ariadne glanced up at the listing. “I’m big on tea - not like, an expert, I just like how it tastes, and I also like to listen to what others have to say.” She gave a small huff. “So. Yeah. Are you able to give me recommendations? If that’s asking too much, just tell me. I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Me, personally?” Meera was caught offguard by the question. She had been asked the same thing, of course, countless of times before, but it always catches her offguard. It was the same kind of question as when someone asks a mother who their favorite child was. Meera couldn’t choose. All her life, she had known tea, a lot of them, perhaps more than any one person should, but in her defense, her family was in the business. “I guess it depends on the time of day and the mood I’m in, but nothing can beat Assam or Darjeeling for me.”

Of course, she’d choose those two. They were from home, a part of her life she had barely known, she could no longer go back to for fear of the thousands and hundreds of dead relatives that would swarm her as soon as she stepped foot in that continent. There were already too many for her to handle in this part of the world. Meera shook her head, mustering enough strength to retain her smile, before continuing. “It’s not a bother, not at all, but I suppose we can start with what tea have you had recently and if you’d like to try something new?” 

“Yes - you’re the expert.” Ariadne sighed, “I didn’t - it’s also okay if you don’t want to tell me, but both of those teas sound wonderful.” There was something enchanting about getting to talk to someone who was such an expert at something so beautiful, and she regretted not having been to the shop many times before.

“I had rooibos last night, and also a chamomile. This morning I had Irish Breakfast, I think?” Ariadne thought for a moment, and then nodded. “Yes, that. I will admit I am fond of making teas quite sweet - but I do genuinely like the flavor too. But yes, I think I might like to try something new - or at least - well, yeah, actually - up for trying basically anything.”

Meera found the sigh a little discomforting. Although she tried her best not to show it, she was taken aback by the response. Was it something she said? Before she could ask that very question, she found a different ghostly relative staring at the customer, appearing right behind her. He didn’t make any sound, didn’t move their graying lips, only stared with those large empty eyes. Feigning a cough, Meera did her best not to focus on the ghost. They were neither buying nor selling anything. “O-oh, I wouldn’t call myself an expert,” she went on. “We do actually have one but they’re out at the moment.”

Wherever those two were, Meera didn’t want to know. The pair of so-called experts had been working for her mother before she passed and maybe even for her grandmother and her grandmother’s mother. She wasn’t quite sure about that part. But they were full of knowledge about teas, far more than Meera herself could ever hope to have. She knew her chamomiles and lavenders, Assams and Ceylons, but those guys were on another level. 

“Oh, well, in that case,” Meera turned her back to the customer to browse the shelf on the wall, which contained a selection of different teas. When she turned to Ariadne again, she held in her hands two different boxes. “Some teas ARE sweeter than others, so maybe you’d like to try some pandan leaf tea or star anise tea?”

She could see, for only a moment, an expression of unease wash over the woman’s face. Even though she hadn’t done anything to scare her, Ariadne couldn’t help but feel at fault. “I - sorry, I’ve just never met someone so wonderfully dedicated to tea before, and I think that surprised me.” She plastered a smile on her face, doing her best to force herself to relax, as much as was possible. “That’s totally fine, I’d probably be like, super unimpressive to them, anyhow.” She offered the other woman a small smile.

“I’d love either of those.” Her smile grew, “could - yeah, I’d even take both, if you wanted?” Ariadne nodded, “though not at the same time, I don’t know if that would work out so well.” She tapped her fingers on the countertop for a moment, before stopping, worrying that it would only draw that same expression of unease that her sigh had, earlier.

“Oh,” came Meera’s meek reply. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of the apology. Although she took the compliment as a, well, compliment, Meera has never been good at actually stating the obvious when it came down to it. Like, what was she even supposed to say? Thank you? She felt that was not enough to express how much she appreciated the customer’s sentiment, but at the same time, just saying it out loud, as is, felt like too much, too. “I don’t know… You’re…pretty…impressive to me.” What.

Meera feigned a cough, trying her best to move past that weird reply from herself, though she stumbled a few more times, unsure how to actually do that and whether she could even do that. “Tell you what, since it’s your first time here,” she did look too young to be an old customer, and if she’d been around, Meera would have remembered her…right? “Why don’t I give you 50% off on both? That way, it wouldn’t be too much of a waste if you end up not liking them!” Maybe this was why Meera wasn’t doing better business than usual, though to be fair, she was never a good businesswoman to begin with anyway.

“I’m really not too impressive but, uh, thank you?” Ariadne squeezed her eyes shut. This whole encounter was something she wanted to apologize for. She’d invaded the woman’s space (even if it was a shop, technically) and hadn’t done anything to make her feel more at ease. If anything, she just seemed to keep making it worse.

“I - really? I’d love that, but that’s really a lot of you to offer, to a stranger. So how about, if I do like them, I pay you what I’d owe you?” Ariadne suggested. “It feels like theft or something, otherwise, but if you want to give me the discount, you can.”

Meera gave her a fervent nod with a warm smile to boot not unlike that of a child that just got patted on the head for acing a test that was more important to their parent. It wasn’t a familiar state of being for the tea shop owner, as it had been her childhood. To be fair, however, her mother just wanted to ensure her survival, all things considered. It was hard enough to raise a child on her own in an unfamiliar place, but to raise a child who could see their dead relatives while their dead relatives kept stalking them? It was too much, something that was now akin to a nightmare for Meera herself.

“That’s okay with me, too,” Meera tried her best to make the young woman more comfortable than she seemed. “Whatever feels right for you.” 

She wanted to argue about that statement regarding the theft but felt unprepared to do so. What did Meera even know about theft? She’s been hauntingly sheltered all her life, trapped in the walls of her family’s overbearing tradition. The tea shop’s walls even felt like they were designed to keep her in. She did not have any cause to resort to thievery, not even a hint of desperation or curiosity. That and a dead relative was always watching. That was more stressful to her than getting thrown in jail for stealing a piece of gum. “Would you like anything else?”

“I just like to be honest and kind whenever possible, and I wouldn’t want to cheat you out of anything is all.” Ariadne sighed. She wanted the woman to like her, except she got the feeling that perhaps she was trying too hard. That perhaps all the effort that went into reassuring the woman was actually making her more hesitant about Ariadne. She did her best not to focus on that too much, and to instead focus herself on the tea. Which was, after all, the original point of her outing. Not totally embarrassing herself around someone cool would have just been a nice bonus.

“Do you have any cookies or cakes? I’ll pay for those too, I promise!” Ariadne squeaked, “but the tea all on its own is also perfect. Better than perfect, even.” Okay, now even she could tell that she was trying too hard. She took a deep breath. “I like it here. I might bring a friend of mine sometime. I think they’d like it too.”

“That’s fair,” Meera gave the young woman a warm smile. She was pleased at that response. Although she did like handing out discounts like there was no tomorrow, which most likely meant that she wasn’t that great of a businesswoman compared to her late mother and late grandmother, Ariadne’s words felt genuine. Or at least genuine enough to make her feel better even if her most generous offer was denied. “You’re a nice person.”

Usually, when someone declined Meera’s offer, it was because they wanted something else. Or they felt like too proud to accept what they felt was a ‘handout.’ That wasn’t always the case, though. She was sure of that. But it did feel like that most of the time. It wasn’t like she was a mind reader to know what people really thought. She was something else. A ghost watcher. Something like that. 

“Hmm, well, we do have something back there,” Meera moved toward the part of the counter to the side that had some pastries left on display. There used to be more over there, at least more earlier, but other customers have purchased them. What were left weren’t the usual kinds of pastries one would find at a bakery, most of all a tea shop. They were Indian pastries. From her father’s side of the family. Things she didn’t even have on a daily basis while she was growing up. “Oh, we still have a few Dharwad peda and Mysore pak! The peda is made with sugar and buffalo milk while the pak a buttery and dense cookie prepared in ghee. Dharwad and Mysore are places in India.” After the brief summary, she offered her a piece each to taste.

The woman was actually smiling now, which did a wonder for Ariadne’s nerves. Of course, she was practically positive that nothing could make them go away entirely, but any sort of lessening was more than welcome. “You’re a nice person too.” She offered her a small smile. “I just figure there’s not really ever a point to not being nice, really.”

She’d been raised to not take too much for granted - to be grateful - and Ariadne was, easily so, perhaps absurdly easily so sometimes - but she also knew that along with that came necessary respect, and it seemed overdue here, especially if the woman was out and about offering discounts to nearly everyone who entered the store. Not that she was rich - she never had been, but she believed very much in giving what was deserved.

“Those both sound amazing,” Ariadne took a small piece of each, taking care to chew each slowly, “and they both are amazing. This time I think I’ll go with the Dharward peda - which I hope I didn’t completely mess up the pronunciation of, but something advertised as having sugar is pretty much always gonna win me over.”

No point in not being nice… Those words reverberated in Meera’s head as her smile never left her lips. Truly the same words she has tried to live by, all things considered. To be fair, Meera had never encountered any reason, or point, to not be nice to someone, anyone at all, but that was mostly because she usually spent her days within the walls of her family’s tea shop. 

Maybe if she had time to go out, mix and mingle, Meera could find a reason, a point, to not be nice to someone, maybe one of those Internet goblins in person. “Why, thank you! That’s so…nice of you to say!” She beamed, thinking she was so witty for that play on words.

“Oh, don’t worry about it! New words in new languages of new cultures can take some learning,” Meera gracefully rang the additional purchase after leaving the two samples with the young woman, having gestured for her to finish them or just leave them there if she couldn’t. Forcing someone to do either was a bad habit everyone tends to mistake as a good one. People should have the freedom to decline offers and kind gestures and what-not. “Here you go! Enjoy them together!”

“Thank you.” Ariadne offered her another small smile. “It’s - I appreciate the pun. Joke? Whatever you just did.” Again, there wasn’t anything but complete and total honesty, even if she wasn’t totally sure she was making anything other than a fool of herself, but right now she wasn’t going to focus on that.

“I just wouldn’t want to sound ignorant or anything,” Ariadne bit her lip, “but thanks.” She took another bite of the sample, the taste something incredibly satisfying. “Oh - really? Together? I promise I don’t always repeat things quite this much, but uh…” her voice trailed off. “Anyhow, these are both wonderful. Is - I have a friend, who I might want to bring here, sometime. Would that be okay?”

Meera didn’t know what it was either. Was it a pun? She wouldn’t necessarily chuck it in the same company as ‘dad jokes.’ Those were mostly puns, weren’t they? Was it a joke? Sort of? She wanted it to come off as at least humorous but there was no set-up, at least nothing that wasn’t just recycled into it, and no hilarious punchline. Basically, she just repeated what Ariadne had said for the most part. Either way, though, she was just glad it was appreciated, so to speak, and she acknowledged that a polite smile and a brief nod. 

“Together,” Meera nodded again, gesturing toward the purchase. “They do taste great together, but of course, feel free to take them separately or with others that may be more suitable to your taste and preference. Dharward peda should go well with any tea.” At least she hoped. Truth be told, Meera hadn’t tried it with all the teas. There were far too many possible combinations out there, and she hadn’t even tried all the teas that existed. “Yes! That would be lovely! Bring everyone! All your friends. We’d love to meet them and share our love of teas with your friends and family!”

“You know so much.” Ariadne said, eyes wide, truly in awe. “I’m for sure gonna come back.” There was no reason not to, with the drinks and good being as good as they were, and with the women being so endlessly kind and accommodating. “I don’t - well, I don’t have a lot of friends, but I can bring the ones I do have, promise!” 

She took another bite of her dessert and a sip of the tea. “These are perfect.” Another nod. “You know, I’m really glad I came here.”