Was it the golden expanse of Assam.
or, Was it the serenity of Meghalaya.
Was it the singularity of the plain.
or, Was it the illusion of the hills.
Was it the magnanimity of the Brahmaputra.
or, Was it the simplicity of Simsang.
Was it the mist over the river banks.
or, Was it the chilly breeze in the valley.
Was it the mirage over unidirectional roads.
or, Was it the melody of the serpentine paths.
or, Was it the serenity of Meghalaya.
Was it the singularity of the plain.
or, Was it the illusion of the hills.
Was it the magnanimity of the Brahmaputra.
or, Was it the simplicity of Simsang.
Was it the mist over the river banks.
or, Was it the chilly breeze in the valley.
Was it the mirage over unidirectional roads.
or, Was it the melody of the serpentine paths.
What was more beautiful, thou ask?
Perhaps the journey. And the journey alone.
2000 Kms. 7 days.
Perhaps the journey. And the journey alone.
2000 Kms. 7 days.
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