Cherrapunji-The Abode of Love
The truant cloud broke away from a large lump of fluffy mass that seemed to have got stuck in the centre of the large cavernous hollow of a ravine. Probably it was tired of nestling amongst the green thicket of trees and longed for some human company. As it floated leisurely upwards, I noticed it changing its colour-from a dull grey to shades of white that grew more brilliant as it came out of the shadows inside the ravine into the pale sunlight. “Welcome to Meghalaya-our humble abode”, said the cloud as it came to rest within inches of my nose. Christopher Marlow’s poem seemed to keep coming back again and again as we left the crowded city centre of Shillong and started our journey towards Cherrapunji-the place that had the reputation, till recently, of being the world’s wettest place! Shillong, like any other hill station has become congested over the years. So much so that the main centre of the town (Police bazaar area) looks like one big mass of concrete in all sorts of shapes ...