What did it feel like?
It felt like a cacophony of colours, colours everywhere.. the lush green fields, the darker green of the forest.. the wild red berries, the kids and their enthusiasm. The sky was a complete blue with shades of grey smudged. I wish I could photograph the yellow birds. Can you give me a better term for “cacophony of colours”?
How about “Color-ob”?
It definitely had been a color-ob, the riot of colours outside and inside me, conflicting emotions up in arms against each other. The concrete junglees that we have become, do we not miss the blue sky we all romanticised about in our teens or perhaps the darker clouds which used to carry messages to our loved ones? The white patches of the Kaash flower dominated my senses. It was the Durga Puja.
Tired of frequently checking my WhatsApp, I decided to move slightly away from all the hustle of the live English music to this place, above which was a clear sky studded with small scintillating diamonds. The chill of the wind and the cold rock I laid on, mellowed my senses. No, I can not risk my dignity.
The dark of the night made way to a sun light in the clear sky. Harshit woke me up and went out to see the sun rising. By the time I arranged for the camera, the light of the sun put a smile on my face.
Meghalaya is a fresh start to my life. The calm blue of the sky smeared with the light grey and the white somewhere far there embraces the gigantic hills.
The kids were the flavour. Restless and camera shy, mostly they flock together and blow kisses to people who pass by. I spared a few moments with the group of young boys.
We walked through forests and small inhabited villages. It felt incredible. The green of the forest playing with the golden sun rays created magic in my mind.
The green and the blue acted like an intoxicant, it made me rediscover myself. The brooks and water falls, the narrow roads carved out of the rocks and the incessant but peaceful sound of the insects create a setting unmatched. Meghalaya, ‘the abode of clouds’. An experience for the senses, an unexplored heaven.
Which places did you visit? Did you go to the seven sister falls?
Well, that’s another blog post.
“Color-ob” (Pronunciation: Caw-Loh-Rob / Kolorob): Korolob, in Bengali, means riotous noise.
The name is suggested by Parama Dasgupta, journalist working with the leading Bengali daily newspaper.
The blogpost has been edited by Surya Shekhar Chakraborty, Arkadyuti Palit, Arjyak Bhattacharya, Rupsha Bhadra
and reviewed by Preeti Roychowdhury and Sanveer Mehwal.
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