Dear Dr. Tshering Wangchuk,

To know the story carries back a dear childhood friend to those familiar streets is the finest reward any writer can receive. Thank you for reading with such warmth and memory.

I feel, places endure through those who remember them. And your kind words encourage me to keep listening, observing, and shaping these fragments of home into something that continues to live.

Dear Dr. Alex McKay,

Thank you for reading my reflection on a town becoming a city, layered and fragile. I return to memory, mine and others’, before it fades.

I am already reading "In Search of Mount Kailash". The writing is deeply absorbing, precise yet expansive, carrying both place and memory with quiet force stoning memory's every crow 🤠. I find myself living your lines, returning to what you once shared about the hippie trails.
Hope to see you soon for yet another of your lovely author's session.

You have so well expressed the story of our hometown . The familiar Lal bazaar and MG marg and many of the local places which have evolved for good over time. Rambo , Sajjan and so many others who have been a part of Gangtokians over years.

Your way of story telling over the years definitely speaks of your imagination and observation. Please keep writing

Dear Kursongkit,

Thank you for finding your way into this "Kursong 🌸" in Saajan's cardboard kingdom.

It means more than I can say that its fragile beauty, quiet longing, and fleeting truth could meet you there.

Tokche!

Dearest Sensei-Bena,

My deepest Arigato!

I can offer nothing more fitting than this humble gift.

Mist over pine hills
Shillong whispers through soft rain
Sikkim clouds drift low

With much love,
Salo-Kald

Dear Sumitra Ma’am,

“This story grows slowly for sure…” thank you sincerely for giving it the time and space to settle in your thoughts.

I know that, unlike my other works, this narrative asks for a quieter kind of patience and may feel slow at times. It comes from my deep affection for Gangtok, where I have tried, with care, to gather the everyday memories of a Gangtokian, from the past and from the present.

Dear Ziang,

Thank you for your deep insight into this story.

With a quiet enthusiasm for impermanence, I found it best to portray my beloved Ghang-tok by chopping into its own time capsule, revealing only what I could faithfully gather.