"How is that even possible?" First I stopped in my way and gasped in awe at the East Khasi Hills. The Universe has its own way of reminding you just how small a dot in the big picture you are. You stand at the foothills, crane your neck, timid in stature but bold in spirit and start walking. How is it even possible for so much beauty and magnitude to exist on Earth? If you think about it, it's just green colour... For miles. But when Nature adorns the colour, it's immediate magic.
I made it to the Living Root Bridge with a clean mental slate. I didn't know what to expect. I was looking to be surprised, or shocked, so went to the uncharted territory, absolutely unprepared. We passed houses, people, villages, all strangers for each other but bound by the mountains, even if for the time being. The language of insects. A locked chapel. A cemetery—all white and somberly quiet yet peaceful. Cemeteries have that about them, don't they?
The old man had an expressionless face. No curiosity. He has seen tourists for years. Another humbling thought. You visit a place and are overwhelmed enough to build memories for the rest of your life. But does the destination or even its paraphernalia even spare a second thought for you? You know the answer, don't you?
Every bend had an ancient rock sitting deep in meditation for centuries. Expressionless like the old man. Calm quietude like the gravestones. You feel if you stood there long enough staring at the wise rock, asking questions, it would find a way to give you the answer—unsaid but to be felt. But are you ready to hear it? You know the answer, don't you?
