There is a volatility in the atmosphere of Meghalaya, a play of sunshine and raindrops, one hiding just behind the other to surprise the wanderer of its mystical spirit; sometimes eerie clouds loom over menacingly, the next moment God rays appear, covering the backdrop in a sublime aura.
One such greyscale January afternoon found us traversing through the misty mountainous road steering in the Nongbah-Nartiang route—I and Treyooka, my Khasi friend and a native of Shillong, in her Mahindra gypsy rolling smoothly on the mist-drenched snaky tarmac.