There’s a hush that falls over the Khasi hills each November — right before the miracle begins. One morning, you wake to find the slopes brushed in shades of pink and white. The pine trees shimmer in sunlight, petals drift through the air like whispers, and suddenly, Shillong feels like a dream unfolding in slow...Read More
The Road Less Taken My journey began in Shillong, a place I often return to when Meghalaya calls. From there, I set out on a long drive towards Tura, the cultural heart of the Garo Hills. The road wound through rolling hills, sleepy villages, and forests that seemed to stretch endlessly. Each mile carried me...Read More
