I recently picked up “Teilang –a novel” by Yona M. Nonglang. It doesn’t include much detail about the author and I am hoping I’d “accidentally” meet the writer in the streets of Shillong.
But the prologue starts with a Shillong sunset description.
“Busy, happy, skies, like a huge canvas being painted by an invisible artist who was just having that extraordinary inspiration to express his vast reserve of creativity and who was generally sharing his masterpiece with whoever wished to appreciate it.”
So, I think our minds were thinking alike? I have always felt quite the same and my invisible artist is most certainly God—the artist?
Unfortunately, the current weather in Shillong town is not permitting the exhibition of beautiful evenings to be showcased yet… and I eagerly anticipate the day it opens and watch the sun go down.