The local story
A dry pond at the crossroads of the ridge
The usual reading of the name is plain Nepali: sukhia, dry, and pokhari, pond. Ask which pond, and why it was dry, and you will get different answers; we have not found a written source that settles it. What is clear is the town's job. Sukhia Pokhari sits on the ridge west of Ghoom where the roads split: one runs on to Maneybhanjan and the Singalila Ridge, one down via Simana to Mirik, one to Jorepokhri and the tea gardens. People have changed jeeps, traded and eaten at this junction for as long as the roads have run here.
That makes it a working town rather than a resort. It is the headquarters of a community development block of Darjeeling district, with government offices, schools and a market where farmers from the surrounding villages sell potatoes, vegetables and milk and buy rice, cloth and tools. Trekkers bound for Sandakphu pass through on the way to Maneybhanjan, a short drive on. Indian shoppers head the other way, to the border at Simana and the market at Pashupatinagar in Nepal.
The border is part of its story. The ridge here runs close to Nepal, and the hills of Ilam, known across Nepal for their tea, lie just across. People on both sides share a language, festivals and often family ties, and goods move both ways through Pashupatinagar every day. Standing at Simana, whose name is simply the Nepali word for border, and looking west over a different country, you understand how thin the line on the map feels to the people who live along it.


