Built-in the serene heights of Tiger Hill, my property stands as a peaceful retreat surrounded by nature’s purest wonders. Known for its breathtaking sunrises and panoramic views of the Himalayas, Tiger Hill is no ordinary place—it is a magical hill, where every morning begins with a gentle flush of mist drifting through the trees, wrapping the landscape in a soft, dreamlike glow. The atmosphere here is unlike anywhere else. The cool, misty weather brings a refreshing stillness that calms the mind and soul. What makes each day truly special, however, is the symphony of magical birds that greet you at dawn. Their cheerful songs echo through the woods, turning every morning into a joyful celebration of life. These birds, with their vibrant colors and playful energy, feel like enchanted guardians of the hill. Living on this hill feels like being part of a fairy tale. Whether sipping tea on the porch or walking through the surrounding trails, the connection with nature is constant and uplifting. This is not just a property—it is a sanctuary where magic lives in every leaf, every breeze, and every bird’s call

There’s something magical about hosting. It’s not just about serving food or showing someone their room—it’s about creating a feeling. The moment a guest walks through my door, they’re not a stranger anymore. They’re home. I love hosting because it turns everyday moments into memories. I light the kettle not just for tea, but for stories. I prepare the bed not just for sleep, but for dreams to rest. When guests smile, laugh, or sit quietly watching the mist roll over the hills, I feel like I’ve shared something sacred. Why do I host? Because it fills my heart. In a world that moves too fast, hosting slows us down. It reminds us that warmth doesn’t just come from blankets or fire—it comes from people. I don’t want guests to feel like visitors. I want them to feel like family. Because in my home, under my roof, with shared meals and morning chats, we become more than hosts and travelers. We become connected. And that… that’s why I host.

Welcome to our little village near Tiger Hill—a quiet world tucked among the clouds, where time drifts gently and the mountains whisper ancient secrets. With only a few families living here, the neighborhood is peaceful, untouched, and filled with the warmth of simplicity. Life moves at the rhythm of nature, and every face you meet carries a genuine smile. From your window or the garden, behold the breathtaking sight of Kanchenjunga standing tall and proud. Wake to the magical sunrise, where golden light spills across the snowy peaks, and end your day with a glorious sunset that sets the sky on fire. In between, lose yourself on short hikes through forest trails, tea gardens, and misty ridges—each step offering quiet moments and unforgettable views. Here, the birds sing your mornings awake, and the cool breeze carries the scent of pine and earth. It’s not just a location—it’s a feeling of being at home in nature. This is a place where guests become friends, and friends feel like family. Stay with us, not just to see the beauty of the hills—but to feel it, breathe it, and take a part of it with you.