Sunset is a regular event on our mother earth, yet each day it brings new colors to our blue sky. It is ravishing; it is breathtaking. Every time I witness it; I wonder to find myself lost; lost in its silence; lost in its romance. I remember my childhood, a red (or orange) ball setting between the distant trees, just behind the railway tracks. Some day, at the very moment, a train comes from nowhere to add another dimension to the landscape. Few hundred meters of farmland with different textures added the final touch, when nature painted for us. Although a daily phenomenon, it always ran a wave through my heart.
"Shillong! The Scotland of the East." I read it several times in the Internet. However, when we reached there it seemed just like another city. Weather was similar to our Kolkata. Humid! Not as cool as expected for hilly cities. It was October 3rd, 2011; we were expected to feel a bit cooler than it was. Anyway, the next morning, we decided to visit Mawsynram; hired a taxi; and then I realized why it might be "The Scotland of East!".complete article