A canyon between cliffs. A canyon waned under the hood of clouds. A canyon peeking through the clouds . A canyon so green and so beautiful that it holds a deep feeling of belonging. Perhaps I dreamt of this , or of living here someday. The fragrance of mist also the crisp air at times, kept wafting on my face. Sitting on the steep edge and waiting for the clouds veering , and to perceive the glimpse of the green hills peeping, makes everything so poised.
There was a tinge of spirituality in the mist drops. The fog around conveyed a poignant story of inner peace. Meditating wasn't needed, looking into the distant horizon was enough to perceive the warm hug of nature and arousing a sense of tranquility. Traveling to this piece of nature had a serene affect that would stay for time immemorial. No wonder why Meghalaya was called the divine abode of clouds.
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