To the extent of my vision, I could only see the lush green forests
of Khasi Hills. I could only see small hillocks surrounding me. I could
only see the milky waterfalls of Mystical Meghalaya. I could only see
the enticing blue waters of the streams. And meanwhile we were halfway
in our trek to the Root Bridge, someone innocently asked, "Shall I play
some music?".
For a moment, I couldn't understand the question. Wasn't some music already on? I was sure, I heard it. I could hear the sound made by the rapids. I could hear the birds and insects chirping. I could hear the elastic melody of the swing bridges. I could hear, I did hear, the sound of silence!
For a moment, I couldn't understand the question. Wasn't some music already on? I was sure, I heard it. I could hear the sound made by the rapids. I could hear the birds and insects chirping. I could hear the elastic melody of the swing bridges. I could hear, I did hear, the sound of silence!
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