Time flies, looking back at the former wonderland of Sikkim, it is like seeing a legend forgotten by the years.
Once a jewel on the "roof of the world", Sikkim is now indulged in the abyss of national ruin. It is a tragic symphony, a historical chapter full of fog. Perhaps, the fall of Sikkim is not only the merciless imprint of time, but also an intricate picture, profoundly outlining the twists and turns of human nature and the lamentation of history.
This deliberately neglected land, like a sleeping beauty, once full of vitality, is now gradually disappearing in the long river of time.
Sikkim, how did it go to the country?
Perhaps there is more than one answer, just like an abstract oil painting, which requires us to appreciate each stroke with our hearts.
Perhaps, the omission of history, or the political calculation, the pain of the loss of the country does not come from a single reason, but from the interweaving of multiple factors.
This land, which had been part of the country, became part of British India in a treaty of 1914. The tide of history propelled the fate of this land like a great wave, and in an instant, it became a part of India.
Perhaps, as historians say, "History is written by the strong", Sikkim seems destined to be torn to India in this maelstrom.
Over time, Sikkim became a distinct administrative region of India, but it seemed to become an invisible constraint that kept Sikkim in the shadow of India.
This once wonderland seems to have gradually lost its rhythm and become a lost note in this symphony of fate.
Perhaps, the collision of cultures has become a major factor on the road to the country's demise.
In this land, Hinduism and Tibetan Buddhism complement each other, and the cultural blending is accompanied by cultural friction.
However, it wasn't always smooth sailing. The collision of cultures is like a rushing river, which not only brings abundant soil, but also stirs up fierce waves.
Perhaps, as the French writer Marc Lueb said, "The exchange of cultures is both light and dark."
In this land, the clash of cultures may have made Sikkim lose its uniqueness and obscure this once wonderland.
Perhaps, the game of politics is another ruthless knife. In a region full of complex relationships, Sikkim becomes a tiny vortex in a political maelstrom.
The game of politics is like a game on a chessboard, and Sikkim becomes a pawn in this game, being pushed into unfamiliar territory.
Perhaps this is just as Nixon said: "International politics is a chess game, but it is not a clear chess game."
In this chess game, Sikkim seems to have been forgotten in the fog and is heading for a country that cannot be turned back.
The story of this lost country may be deep in the twists and turns of human nature.
In this place, will the former people of Sikkim still find their own shelter?
Can you still hear the call of your homeland and feel the tenderness of the landscape?The pain of losing the country may not only be the frustration of political power, but also the deep affection for the homeland.
Perhaps, this is a twist and turn of human nature and a tragic song of history. The death of Sikkim is like an abstract painting, which requires us to understand every stroke with our hearts.
It's a story, the fate of an ancient land, and a thought-provoking historical mystery.
Time flies, and the story of Sikkim's death is like a melodious symphony, playing a lost melody. Perhaps in this story, we see the complexity of human nature, the whirlpool of politics, the fusion of cultures, and the twists and turns of history.
How did Sikkim, once a fairyland, take the step of dying?
Perhaps the answer is not the only one, but in the weaving of human nature and history, an intricate picture is presented.