Acting like we knew where we were going got us to one of the best places to be in Shillong town.
From not sharing burgers to hungry dogs, playing the “do you see” game and putting our imperfect toes to scrutiny were small wonders that made us smile?!…:)
It was also the privilege to perceive Police Bazaar from a different angle and watch its ever busy atmosphere that kept us taking back to the marble slab amidst the green lawn of Meghalaya Legislative Assembly.
But perhaps the biggest draw was to stare Westward and witness the painter at work. At times, the artist felt moody as unexplained splashes of white and gray filled the canvas sky.
But today, the setting sun pierced its way like the morning sun, as its warm touch filled the air.
“It feels like a golden tunnel leading to heaven perhaps…” he remarked.
“Were we ready to be there yet?”
[“Yes—No—not sure—perhaps not…”]
And the uncertainty was only disturbed by a “Kaha se aaya?” “Yeh Legislative Assembly hai –eether aana manaha hai.”
Devoid of clever words to prolong our stay, we muttered, “This Is It,” as we turned our back to the golden ball and walked away from its overpowering presence.