The dew was falling all night at Tumling. I woke up early in the morning and stepped my nose against the glass window. It was fully covered by fogs. As I cleaned the blurred glass, I witnessed the waves after the waves, of the mountain of clouds, outside my window. The Mt. Kanchenjunga was faded in magic. In my imagination it created a veil of magic, where I felt a heavenly atmosphere around me. I felt as if the heavenly Goddesses are coming down and worshipping the sleeping Buddha. Kabru, Kumbhakarna, kanchenjunga, Three Sisters, Pandim, Narsingh became mystical in the dawn light.
Just layers of shades what makes him mysterious
We came out from our room and witnessed this majestic beauty – no one ever would be so lucky to feel his presence in just few kilometers it seemed. We tried to capture some shots with different time windows. As time changed and we were more close to the sunrise, the color of majesty began to change. At a time, just near the sunrise he took an apron of shiny golden veil. It looked like the Mount Mt. Kanchenjunga was made of pure gold and he was glittering in the bright sun light.
With close to sunrise his appearance was changing continuously
Also visit my other captured photos of Mount Kanchenjunga.