Then the evening came closer. The distant bluish hills surrounded by fog like thin saree. Mountain evenings seem strangely mysterious to me all the time. At that time we were running from Maulinong village to Shillong by bus. This is the first time I have come here after crossing the Dauki border in Sylhet. As the evening gets darker, the white moon starts to rise little by little.
All the scenes of the moonlight and the strange fog in the heavy fog. I wipe the car window and try to get a good look outside. Half light-shaded hills. Ghostly surroundings in the shadows of bushes and trees. When the moon was higher, I saw a white mountain in the distance. I thought I knew why, it was a horse. Jibanananda filled his head as usual. "Mohin's horses eat grass in the desert of Kartik's moonlight, like all Stone Age horses - still grazing in the grass."
The lines were spinning inside my head. Through the intoxicating time I was floating in the air. But at one point all became obscure. Even wiping the glass didn't work. Hey, magic or not? Nah, Meghalaya is welcoming us through the clouds. We are going through a group of people through the clouds. In search of what? Who knows?
In the morning we crossed the Dauki border of Sylhet on foot. We proceeded along the banks of the Dauki river to the new roots of the neighboring country. Seeing the Dauki river reminds me of the Nile river. As a child, I used to read the blue river of Egypt and think that the blue water would be the unseen river. However, my 'mirror' wanted to name this river. That is as transparent as glass, so!
Leaving the river, we went to Maulinong, the cleanest village in Asia. A village like the picture surrounded by flowers and various ornamental trees. From there we left for Shillong. On the way, the wild mountains shake hands with the moonlight. Who can ignore that call?
Piercing the dim light of the moon, sometimes the light flickered like a neon lamp in the distance. In that light can be seen the magical small house. All the houses full of Maya. I wanted to go to those uninhabited deserts, to the houses on the edge of the mountains. How is that mountain life there? Very eager to know. Is not known. After crossing these deserts, the city of Shillong comes before our eyes. An unfamiliar city is waiting with a flash of light on the hill through the pitch black darkness.
Shillong is the capital of the Indian state of Meghalaya, also known as East Scotland. We landed at the central point of the city at ten o'clock at night. This group of our vagabonds never does anything planned. Something we don't have fixed beforehand. I go wherever my mind wants. There is a saying in our region, 'Where there is night, there is tilt'. We revolve around this proverb a lot. However, no one was ready to pay his compensation that night. No hotel and no home-stay! Nothing is empty because of the closure of worship. The inn, which is almost empty all year round, is crowded with thousands of people at this time. If he didn't get tired in the cold of the night, he almost managed to stay on the road. After working for a couple of hours, a driver took me to a double rented three-room motel. That too for one night only. Occupied guests will come there the next day.
The next day I wasted the whole morning and found several small empty houses. We are the only ones there. Then I went out from there in search of Suluk in Shillong city. Taxis and small and big cars are always available to get around the city. We are more in number. So I rented a Tata Sumo car. The city of Shillong is built on the Khasia hills. Sometimes sloping, sometimes high; Coming to the hilly streets of the city, it seemed that Amit-Lavanya of the last poem was understood on such a road. Ravi Babu wrote that message. 'The path was blocked by the unbound glands, we are both in favor of the current wind'.
We went to All Saints Cathedral. The church is more than a hundred years old. There was a gathering of local Christians on the occasion of a festival that day. Ward's Lake and Don Bosco Museum are on the way.
Everything is a celebration of history and natural abundance. Within hours, the city of Shillong can be seen from a bird's eye view of the highest peak in Meghalaya. Cloud-covered city can be seen from Shillong, 6,500 feet above sea level.
At the end of the day I went to the famous Shillong Golf Course. The second oldest 16-hole golf course in India. It looks like a sack that encloses with a drawstring.
Last afternoon light filled with the softness of velvet. What a quiet and peaceful place. We sit silently on the edge of the long shaded grass of the fir tree. The horizon is green. Clouds are gathering over him. At the back is a huge British ornate building. Children are playing around like gods.
Ah, life seems to have come to a standstill here. No one is in a hurry. Everyone is enjoying the time and beauty of being at a standstill.
We return to town in the evening. By that time, there were various food stalls at Central Point. Her scent is floating in the air. It didn't take us long to get hungry. Starting from the kebab shop, local fruits were not left out. I tasted everything. But even if Dhemki goes to heaven, he pretends to be rice. So I returned to the Bengali hotel that night after eating rice.
The next morning I left for Cherrapunji. On the way we stopped at Elephant Falls. Then in Cherrapunji I saw Nohkalikai Falls, Nanthimai Eco Park, Seves Sister Falls and Mausmai Cave. What a strange feeling to see these fountains. It seems that life is so uninterrupted and fun, it doesn't stop for anything.
We did not get rain in Cherrapunji in October. However, it is not only difficult to describe what I have received, it is a very difficult matter. The dreaded beauty of this road from Shillong to Cherrapunji left me speechless.
Colorful arrangement of nature on the side of the road in Cherrapunji - Tairan Razzak
The valley is surrounded by diverse hills on both sides, clusters of clouds like peja cotton, pools of blue water, and many colorful wild hills surrounded by flowers. And sometimes there are doors, houses with pictures of white lace curtains on the windows. Magical flower beds in all the houses.
And to go through all this, it seems that life is beautiful, this is a beautiful survival.
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