The Land of White Curtains

Meghalaya, for me, has always been that state which received highest rainfall. This is what textbook taught us. However, the textbooks failed to describe the majestic views of Meghalaya- the abode of clouds.

  

The state tucked in green Khasi hill is magical- away from the hustle and bustle of the city traffic. Being a pluviophile, I have always fantasized about Cheerapunji locally called Sohra; the place acknowledged as one of the wettest place on this earth.   

Shillong- the capital city is a living example of the wonder architect can do. The city established by the Britishers is land of matrilineal system of inheritance. I was really taken by surprise about the involvement of the female in the society and economics of the state. From the butcher shop to the fruit vendors- the females have taken over the command of the economy.

You can’t get over those colourful miniature houses with light flowy white curtains. From a two story cemented building to traditional bamboo houses- every one, without a miss, flaunted the white curtains on the doors and windows. Curious about the fact, I approached a local. “ This white curtain is parameter for us to measure cleanliness. As soon as the curtain turns into pale yellow from spotless white, we clean our houses too,” said Sevenson Dhar, a fruit vendor. People here takes cleanliness seriously.

I prod the clouds; they brushed my face, settled on my hair and followed me to the green fungal stairs of Nohkalikai falls. The water oozing from the rocks and dripping on the stairs made it greasy. I kept on following the stair and was getting deep inside the cloud. Green, be it forest or greasy green fungal stair steps- it gives you a sense of relief.    

  

If your breathe consciously in the hills, which we rarely do, you can feel the fresh light air slipping from your nostrils towards your adulterated lungs. The air is light and as fresh as dew. When you are in hills, especially Himalayas, you sleep/eat/breathe hills. The eco friendly bamboo dustbins were places at both the side of the road, encouraging one to keep the place clean.

While driving into hills through those fatal curves, you are supposed to follow a consistent path. So, swathing towards Cheerapunji from Shillong almost towards the outskirts I found the roads as clean as our temples are. The lush green meadows, a well maintain sewages and a scare crow- why do we name this state as The Scotland of East? Why not just Meghalaya- an integral part of India. It's high time when we should stop naming our cities on the name of foreign land. Let's be a proud Indian, a Indian who will never compare his country. The unconditional love!   

The clean roads, blooming gardens, well shaped creepers and solar lights- Mawlynnong is a cultural shock for people from North who are in habit of littering and peeing on roads. The villagers proudly named it – “God’s own garden”. The spotless clean village charges Rs 50 per head as an entry fee. 

While strolling around the village, I saw a 10-year-old guy cleaning his shoe’s sole. And he unintentionally taught me how to keep your land clean. The cleanest village was a joint effort of women, men and children.  

Walking on the cobbled streets bordered with thatched Khasi huts and go past gardens that are full of colourful flowers, I was introduced to the gigantic rubber tree woven together to form a living root bridge at Riwai Village. The roots holding each other tight for years, growing on each other taught me the strength of unity and faith.  

Hills indoctrinate faith and fear. Faith keeps you going and fear forces you to push all the limits. 

PS: The state introduced me to my new love: Jacaranda mimosaefolia. The purple blooms which took my heart away!