A few weeks back I had the fortune of taking a sudden decision to visit Shillong, the capital of Meghalaya in India. The journey by road was breathtaking to say the least -you get it all starting from long expansive roads on the plains of Bangladesh with rivers crisscrossing to the trek up the hill as you climb up to Meghalaya.
Meghalaya – justly named by Rabindranath Tagore, the greatest bengali poet that ever lived, is a land of mysticism and enchantment. Drizzling rains and evergreen foliage and the pines will mesmerize any visitor. I do not understand why people compared it to Scotland though, to me, Shillong has an entirely different appeal than the Highlands.
This is one of the best picture I have taken in that memorable journey. No, this is not from inside Meghalaya, as the plains of my motherland justifies – but still it gave me the first glimpse of Meghalaya -the home of the clouds – as it truly is.
Heaven is one of the most, all time, romantic songs sang by Bryan Adams. Meghalaya, in the same tune, can be termed as heaven.
