they make the clouds here!

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~

an invisible bird tweets,

rubbing my eyes, stumbling to the balcony,

I step out,

it was dawn finally,

the night was dark and angry,

it thundered and it roared and it poured throughout,

another tweet I hear,

looking out of the balcony, all I see is an abyss,

the clouds have descended on the grass,

a chirp again,

intrigued I am, bulbul I guess,

the clouds distract,

envelop me they do,

a stream gurgles,

where I wonder,

what land is this I ponder,

surreal perhaps,

no ethereal maybe,

Sohra it is!

~

 

I don’t thinking I can ever encapsulate the beauty, the environment and the surroundings of Sohra in words. Gushing all the time about how the clouds would engulf us from time to time, how suddenly from clear weather to not being able to see 5 feet away from us was the activity that we indulged in maximum. The precise reason we wanted to go to Meghalaya in may was this. I had read and heard, that monsoon arrives slowly and whilst it is too intense and too wet in june and july, early may is a good time to maybe go to Meghalaya to experience a bit of rains and at the same time also get a chance to have enough dry weather to move around. What we did not know was how misty, foggy it would be, but accidentally, we actually thoroughly understood what Meghalaya the name stands for, abode of clouds, literally it means that, we witnessed it first hand and I cannot but get over it.

I have a small video of it here to explain!

I have seen a lot of documentaries where they show a rain forest and how the canopy of trees send out clouds, I have seen those time lapses and now I saw it first hand with my own eyes. We would be standing in a parking lot, surrounded by shops, and suddenly from no where clouds would appear and my son 10 feet away from me would seem invisible, for a few fleeting moments we would all stay in the clouds and then the sun would try to power its way through. I wonder if I am able to explain what we felt and saw.

Sohra in May is unbelievable, its like a fairy tale, green grass all around and white outs are the norm, you cannot see too far, you cannot photograph, but hell I love that sort of weather, for where I come from, we have a tad too much of sun, I love the clouds, the mist, the freshness that such weather brings is something I really enjoy. It was pleasantly cool all the time, perfect weather to sip cups of chai or eating roasted bhutta’s or slurping maggi! The three days that we were there seemed like a dream, whilst the sun would also from time to time power its way, the clouds would regularly win their bouts and these bouts would keep on going whole day, for the three days we were there!

White skies, deep green valleys, when the clouds would clear out for a bit, you could see the whitest of streams and waterfalls flowing amid vivid green gorges. Bah, why did I have to come back from there?